I am a Skeleton in a Little Fragile Skin

“And I remember how you smiled through the smoke
In a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and, 
How we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
And I bet if I had to do it all again, I’d feel the same pain, 
And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.
How I wept to God in fits. I’ve hated airports ever since.”

(Source: expandera)