Reuniting in my parking lot
Was a breath of well water
Our apartment complex was tiny
So were you
I am a foot taller
Your apparition appears
At the top of staircases with carpets
And claws at my carotid
The pair of chairs sat there with us
While we waited for her clothes
Her blouse could have been my left sock
Sorry my Dad got mad at us
For showering in the ocean
Long car rides are easy to stomach
When you have someone to hold yours
Who knew a laundry room
Would be so romantic and infernal
Imagine if our parents ended up meeting?
Would they have liked each other?
How many questions do you have
That you will never get answered?
Because we cut the other out
How many girls have I took since?
You were still asking the wrong questions
After we broke up
I needed to escape your controlling heart
The worst nightmare
Is when an event happens that you
Were going to be at
And your absence holds a skull
I remember the cinder block
Next to the door
When my existence
Leaked out of you
Those chairs are very lonely now
Lunch with Nick 
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