Blur

I think he used to smile at me,

kiss me,

hug me.

I think he would brush his fingers through my hair.

Laugh with me.

Sit with me.

Hug me, cradle me -

hold

me.

I think we were close,

very close,

(I think I'm supposed to love him?

And he's supposed to love me?)

But I'm not sure,

everything's

such

a

blur...

20.7.2020