The last 3 letters of the spring

July is ending
I am eating peaches in my apartment in Prague:
it looks like a place where 
someone who dances unclothed and then rage-cleans the bathroom 
lives
My plants are taking over my office corner, also
 the floors 
I am 27 years old (my knees would disagree)
my bedsheets are white and the windows wide open 

I haven’t left my home all day
my whole body is sore

yet I’ll never be happier, you know that, right?

I’ll make some pasta for dinner
and maybe finish writing a poem
I'll put together an outfit for tomorrow 
I’ll look very nice, but you know that already 
Love is a Sunday afternoon at the end of July 
3 years ago
Love is a Sunday afternoon at the end of July
now

My bedsheets are white and the windows wide open 
I’ll watch `Madagascar later
I know, not in step with the times
but the Odyssey's sold out 2 weeks before last

and maybe
that is the point
my unmade bed full of pillows 
some pasta
a look
...still
longing 
It feels like we've been here already
had peaches in Prague, in my far gone apartment 
and I said:
"I wish I could meet you in every life"
and you said that I would 

sounded like a promise ngl