“i saved every poem you ever wrote”

“what?”

“i know we said we weren’t gonna talk this time, we’d just walk down this road and pretend tomorrow morning wouldn’t come, but i needed you to know i saved every poem you ever wrote. im taking them all with me, they’re shoved in bundles of socks and in between folds in the creases of my shorts, we aren’t allowed to take much with us and the next few months are going to be hell without you, so im bringing them with me, your words and i hope that when the nights are long i can arrange them into the shape of your eyes and that straight smile of yours that you hate”

“you promised you wouldn’t talk this time”

“i know, i make a lotta promises that im really bad at keeping but i thought this one would be a reasonable exception”

“you know theres no such thing as a reasonable exception”