​Chai Latte Tall.

I remember the beautiful curls that fell from your head, those chartreuse irises that remained bright regardless of the hour. That stupid smirk on your face evoked as much anger as it did affection. I remember the day we met, your raspy voice and sharp features had caught my attention, and the fact that I was taller by an inch made you all the more lovelier. I miss our conversations, we could never agree but that made it funnier. Life is a blur old friend, thoughts of you make their way into my mind quietly. I miss sharing music with you. You were so honest and genuine, I was naturally unable to emulate you. I still remember the first gift you gave me. Old friend, I’ve changed. Not like it matters anymore, may the celestial bodies that greeted you into this world keep you on path, I’ll have my Chai Latte Tall and think of you.