MALIBU

I hold tight to this 818,
Hoping it could keep my feelings straight.
It was never flowers — just the heavyweight
of this lingering pain.

I want to ask you:
Do you ever reminisce…
the long nights on your parent’s roof?
The random trips we took to Malibu?
All the tears that we ran through?

You see, memories cannot be replaced.
So I know I linger forever in your head –
your first thought when you hold his waist.

Never mind…
I’m sorry, I’m drunk…
Forget this.

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