Detox Just to Retox

The scent has all but faded from your t-shirt along with any sense that this thing (yeah, this you and me thing) might work out. It's over already - we just don't know when we'll part ways.

I feel like I've been here before.

But I've bought the prom tickets and tomorrow I'll submit the form. (It'd be a shame to waste my parents' money). We're locked in until May.

I'm still wearing your t-shirt, burying my nose beneath the collar to catch the last lingering traces of what you and I could have been. I'm not sure if the hardest part is letting go, or holding on until one can get a better grip.