(I won’t be one of those silly girls who tries to hide names. Not here. Not for this.)

I was listening to the Mountain Goats today

and all I can think about is watching cartoons with you

In a time where things were so different

I could find you, I’m sure

but it’s better remembering where we were

three years ago. Or was it more?

Running across the campinile

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Did you make it?

I called you a hammer, a wrench, a screw

I called you an enigma

different than anyone else ever before

You still are

wherever you are.