Will you walk with me to the bathroom to the snack machine the library my next class to jupiter my locker Will you walk with me to homeroom to hope to that hidden place in the stairwell humid with secrets Will you walk with me to the chapel the store to the sidewalk and more It’s just that the story we’re telling doesn’t come packed with endings just with phonecords (remember) and loose strands of hair and shared bags of skittles, hands hiding public laughters and the suspence of knowing this time will pass once and that leaving you is practice for something I’ll never grow into.
