a letter to la puente.

a letter meant to go north, to whittier, to la puente, to all of los angeles.
this is for you.

i am letting you go
i will stop looking for you at concerts
i will stop thinking of the songs you said were ours
i will stop touching my face while i close my eyes and think of you
i will stop going to LA in hopes that i somehow find you in the same space that i am
hoping that you are sitting across the table from mine with your elbows resting on the table and your legs crossed
i'll stop hoping that i run into you at music festivals and you see me and text me to meet you by the bathrooms
i am letting go of that feeling you gave me
the feeling you still do
i will stop texting you telling you i can't stop thinking of you
and how i dream with you ever so often
how my dreams consist of you
and they feel so real
i'll stop remembering your voice
your sweet, feminine voice
i will stop imagining your hot breath on my ear
and your hand holding mine
and your tattooed fucking arms around me
i will stop
i am letting you go for good
i will not bother you again
i will think of you as a dream
the most beautiful dream
a dream that never came true
i will stop missing you and so, i will let you go

to JL from aidee

"i think i'm losing where you end and i begin."