And baby this is only bringing me down

 Get back on track. 

Your white t-shirt. 

Probably thinks he's cooler than you.

My scent on your tie.

I call shotgun.

Your stubbies.

I know a place where we can get away.

The biggest fear is that I'll wait until it's too late. 

It's heavy I know.

You told me you'd been wanting to do this for a while.

The tights I wore when Germany played the Netherlands. 

This is only bringing me down. 

Hands held. Grand theft... maritime? Attempted, anyway.

Images and conversations accost me more regularly than they should

Coming up on seven years of grieving. And potentially a lifetime to go. 

Will this be the thing that I never get through?