#calla;private blizzard

[callastargaryen]

im trying not to think about it but i always will,

playing out the scene in my head on an endless loop.

[callastargaryen]

writing you this letter in the heat of late december,

sand in my shoe, sun in my eyes.

the coffee here is better,

days smooth around their edges.

[callastargaryen]

no i get it,

you have to go.

you’ve got work so early

and a life that’s waiting for you.

[callastargaryen]

“any day”

i tell myself before midnight strikes.

dark blue stains all on my palms and all in my mind.

yeah i’ll wait and hold out for a god given sign.

on your way, any day.

a couple of hundred lonely hours.

on your way, any day.

head full of doubt, pacing up and down the bed room

where are you?

[callastargaryen]

is it me or is the world turning slowly?

if someone asks “it’s all going well.”

[callastargaryen]

said a first love is forever when you kissed me goodbye.

[callastargaryen]

i’m up before the mornin’,

my eyes are on the ceiling.

thought you walked through the doorway,

i guess that’s a part of grieving.

[callastargaryen]

i rest my head against your chest and hear the lazy rhythm,

remember how your heart would race the chase at the beginning?