Someone I connect with.
Drugs where on the opposite side of my mind,
a little flicker of an idea- with no meaning.
I was content to sit on the bus holding his hand,
and being made to smile. made to laugh.
and be kissed. and be kissed while smiling.

The Shins will always remind me of him.
coming home, and reading his text-
I miss you already.

laying on my bed, out of my body.
100% sober. is that possible?
I could be sober, and happy.

spending an evening with a very sweet boy,
having done nothing but kissed softly,
coming home to take a bath,
and listen to the Shins.