It's a new feeling you taught me walking past my phone waiting for it to light up planning what to say

How to sound maybe you'd find me funny maybe you'd find me tiresome

I write and re-write and re-write

for you

Sometimes I wake up at 3am

with anticipation

How we walked across the tiny bridge

at the garden pink and purple staring at my feet and fallen cherry blossoms

How you said I looked lost

I only hoped the bridge got longer so we'd never find the other side

No more anticipation