her out like she was seeing the doctor, unlocked the wok and started feeding me lobster. She whispered to me sweetly like pina colada 'you ain't dreaming baby, keep keepin' it proper.' I saw your little sister last week. She said she missed me and she started having bad dreams. So how's your brother and your moms doing? I guess you heard about the news and how I'm not moving. It's been a minute. I've been thinking about stuff that ain't good for my head, like looking for your socks at the foot of my bed, and all the things that come before that (you know like how we used to stand outside for forty-five on the door mat?) Man I caught a lot of colds that way. Lost a lot of sleep and a lot of peeps trying to hold that weight, now - I spend time trying to ghost them days, but no matter how I try they don't go away - nah. It's like our zodiak signs were never designed to intertwine (be a lie for me to say I was fine). We ain't friends anymore, we ain't friendly, we ain't even enemies, and now we ain't anything. You're like a neutron, you're too strong, the groove's gone. I guess it's true girls cut their hair when they move on. I saw your next dude - on some 'ex-to-next' and I gotta put it out there: I'm not impressed. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months,