June 9th, 2013

waiting in a photobooth, libs

An open letter to my friends

It’s a Sunday afternoon in June, all warm sun and idling time, and I’m stuck in traffic on the motorway. Without warning, that song comes on, the one we sang and danced to, the one whose lyrics overlaid our lives. And all at once I’m frozen, knocked backwards. And I miss you with the force of a freight-train.

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