i’m always all too conscious
of moments hanging in the air
like watching helium balloons slowly
fall down the wall to cover the ground,
i keep stepping on them till they pop
like looking out the window once the suns starts to set
and you can’t see the light fading, but then you
blink and you’re sitting in a dark room
sitting next to you
with eyes closed and breath held
in a moment
that doesn’t feel real
like i’m looking down at the earth
while standing on the moon
and i know i’ll miss it once it’s gone,
but i can’t seem to figure out
how to freeze the hours that feel like seconds
passing by and
then it’s time
to leave and i held your hand
while you drove me home,
thinking about how real everything felt
with the lights blurring past on the interstate,
how i wanted the road to go on forever,
watching you rap stupid songs and
talk about how to feel grown up
without really growing up
and then suddenly
it was gone,
like it was never there
and i sat on my bed
wishing i could walk back into
the hands on the clock and
your hands on my face, but it
disappeared, floated up to the ceiling
carrying my heart with it
and all i have now are
memories that feel like dreams
to play back in my head
until time fades back into you.