We’re running in between parallels of heaven and hell, waiting and wanting to be a part of both.
I see you peeking from behind the wooden door that I left open, wearing a cap and a baseball jersey, lurking in the darkness in search a lone soul.
I slid into that yellow shirt you left behind the last time together.
It smells like sweat and love, and potential heartbreak.
Pulling the sheets from under me, I seemingly melt into my bed, watching the stars glow.
A small tear, some sobbing, and a lot of love.
I can feel you here with me; your warmth, your indifference, the coldness in your feet.
I can still feel all of it.
Will you ever leave?
Will you always stay?
Stay forever.
Infinite boulevard 