Two Augusts ago, you told the truth but Dazai didn’t like it. He went home, he’s in his Benz, you’re by the gate. Now he goes alone. Charm all of the people he trains for, he means well but aims low. And you’ll like it all known like you’re getting paid. That’s just the way life goes, you like to slam doors closed. Trust him he knows it’s always about him. You love him, you’re sorry. Two summers from now, you’ll have been talking, but not that often, you’re cool now. You’ll be on a boat, he’ll be on a plane. Going somewhere the same, and you’ll have a drink wistfully lean out your window and watch the sun set on the lake. You might not feel real, but that’s okay. Cause that’s just the way life goes. You push your luck, it shows. Thankful he doesn’t send someone to kill you. He loves you, he’s sorry. He was the best but he was the worse as sick as it sounds you loved him first. You were a dick, it is what it is. A habit to kick the age-old curse. You tend to laugh whenever you’re sad, you stare at the crash, it actually works. Making amends, this shit never ends. You’re wrong again. The way life goes, joyriding down the roads. Lay on the horn to prove that it haunts you. You love him, and you’re sorry. Things couldn’t have ended worse between you both. But you both still loved each other so much. He was your forever person, and it was hard to get rid of him. So of course you both met up again, riding down the roads at midnight in his truck like you used to do. He turned up the radio to an old song you both used to sing your hearts out to.

“Ah, remember this song?” He chuckles a bit, reminiscing the past relationship between you two.