From p.1 on Mon., Nov. 17th

• The silent sound of snow falling
  fills the atmosphere.
  
  
  
  I should've asked him.

• Awkward limbs
  wrapped around
  awkward places.
  A cold night,
  yes.
  
  Expectations shattered
  and plans made.
  
  Eye contact cut-off
  by that night.

• Shadowed days. Warm
  basements, I lay
  there, your head
  limp on my shoulder
  your warm breath
  hitting my sweatshirt.
  You look up
  at me & my heart
  melts away. Dripping
  down to nothing.

• Your living room became
  an ocean.
  
  Your couch a boat.
  
  When it began to
  sink,
  I clung to you
  to keep from
  drowning.