it's just so hard. fall is so hard. november is worse. and the holidays...
walking into the mall today, i swore it was you.
your coat. your scarf, your stance, your crooked fingers.
the woman was picking out a hallmark card. definitely a crown on the back... it makes me smile.
it makes it hurt. oh it makes it hurt.
it's empty and solemn. cold is moving in. leaves are being gathered.
fall is so hard.
i went there, to the mall, where i saw the old lady to get a new phone.
i thought everything had backed up onto my computer perfectly.
but despite my best effort, all of my memories didn't transfer over.
my last birthday call from you, didn't transfer over.
it's gone. like you. sometimes it was just nice to hear you one last time.
i have to stop crying now because my roommate will be home soon.
which means i should stop writing.
i don't know what to do...
it's just so hard.
