two times a day,
I feel a pang in my stomach heart:
the morning, around 8:12am,
and the evening, when I wake up to pee.
it's the quiet moments of nostalgia.
it's hands and coffee.
it's a long drive or cab ride.
it's finding the toilet in the dark.
end of October, one true love,
two months turns into 4 years
real quick, so I must learn to enjoy the regrets,
and it's okay, I forgive you.