you’re the 1:30 am thoughts as the shopping channel blurs on the tv. You’re the 6:30 am thoughts as I make my way to school, thinking about how I could talk to you. You’re the 12:45 pm thoughts as I wonder if you’ve already eaten lunch, if you’re ever attending the next class or choose to hang out with your friends. You’re the 4:00 to 11:00 pm thoughts whenever you’re not hanging out with me, wondering where you are, and if you’re happy, and if I ever crossed your mind. I love you, I love your awkward smile, your eyes that disappear when you grin, the way you always attack patricia playfully when she teases you, your tacky pants, your mannerisms like constantly glazing your fingers on your hair. You’re my 1:00 am to 12:00 am thoughts, even if I know I’m never gonna be inside your head. I love you August.