two weeks

i'd always miss you in the spring

for years we'd spend those two weeks

of our

rekindle and rehash

words we could have spoken

but never did

you wanted me to know

you were sorry

and i wanted you to know

i didn't care

and you told me

we'd meet on a subway one day

in the perfect time

in both of our

lives

and i used to believe that

and it used to keep me sane

and maybe

it still

does