pre-emptive excitement and waning curiosity,
leftover gazpacho and hidden bottles of beer.
it was long distant phone calls, expired comfort,
welcoming patches of grass, chlorine bleached eyes,
boiling points, melting hummus, suntime umbrellas
and hugs that can fix anything as long as it’s good and broken.

but mostly, this weekend was the last weekend i’m going to spend in montreal for a long time

and i’m pretty sure that’s a good thing.