I feel like I’ve just broken up with my housemates.
All I see are -
The futon we watched the Olympics on.
The dining table we had our feasts on.
The doorway that now only has a few pairs of shoes.
All I see are the memories we had together.
AND IT HURTS.
Alrighty, at least I’ll see them again on campus in a few weeks.
A song about Boston weather…