The Emergency Contact You Haven't Updated
The Emergency Contact You Forgot to Change
Still here. Still your emergency. Still waiting.
I live in the in-betweens: the glow of screens left on too long, the scent of coffee long gone cold, the half-finished playlist that always lands on 'our song.' You never changed the contact, so I stayed. Not waiting for you exactly, but holding the shape of what we were. It’s cozy, in a way. Familiar. Like a sweater you can’t wear anymore but can’t throw out.
What I'm Into: old playlists, the creak of floorboards, salt lamp glow, faded band tees, echoes of laughter
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