(soft fingerpicked guitar, gentle morning light ambiance)

hey… it’s me

or you

whatever

i’m sitting here on the bed again

same spot

sunlight spilling everywhere

like it’s trying to fix something

i pulled out the polaroids this morning

the ones we stuffed in that shoebox

because looking hurt too much back then

they’re all over the sheets now

edges curled

colors gone soft

one of us laughing so hard my eyes are shut

another where you’re looking straight at the camera

like you already knew it was gonna end

god we were kids

the light’s hitting them just right

everything looks warmer than it felt

like the sun’s lying a little

saying “it wasn’t that bad”

maybe it wasn’t

or maybe it was

and that’s okay now

i don’t feel like crying today

just noticing

how your hands shook holding these sometimes

how you kept them anyway

i’m not mad at you anymore

for staying too long

leaving too late

saying yes when you meant no

i get it

you were doing what you could

with what you had

the plants are bigger now

they’ve seen everything

and they’re still here

still reaching

thought you should know that

some of these pictures

i’m gonna keep

some i might let go

not because they don’t matter

but because i don’t need to carry every single one

to remember i was there

i’m okay

like actually okay

not the fake kind we used to say

just wanted you to know

the morning came again

and i didn’t hide from it

breathe, okay?

we made it

to this side