When you came over last week it was almost like old times. We disagreed but didn’t fight, got frustrated but not angry, laughed, talked, walked around the 24/7 Walgreens across the street like we used to, bought peanut butter M&M’s and drank Mountain Dew Code Red (two of the few things we both like), cleaned the apartment we once shared, and just hung out. It all felt so right. Until he came to pick you up and I saw the way you looked at him and I went outside to smoke another cigarette and watched the two of you drive away. I haven’t seen you since but you haven’t left my mind.