one and only

We were so happy in this photo when you were talking me up to your friends, like my attachment wasn't so resented, like I was appreciated. Like I was deserved. Maybe in our eyes you can see that we knew we'd be stumbling home and waking up tomorrow when the sun was already setting. The short day was overwhelmed with your apologies to your mother, and I could only listen to one song, which so incredibly reminded me of you. I told you once, and looking at this photo now I don't know if you remember. This is not who I've known since we broke up and I piloted myself into the ground. Every day we seemed to feel like we should spend together was wasted as I believed you might again be the girl in this photo. With a smile I kissed once. Before we fell asleep and woke up further from love.