concrete slab
its you and i alone on a flat surface sitting talking about the greyness watching the blue-blue sky mix with the brown-grey-green grass as the spring sun turns to a spring sunset; i’m a little sad. none of this seems to matter, which is why i haven’t cried yet, and i can’t quite cry over around you. i guess i’ll get over it (again). i guess it’ll be just fine (again). i like you outside the context of other people. you and i are neither you nor i. we are just alone.