thinking about those hot summer days
stuck in traffic
I remember always looking over to you
in the backseat of a taxi
always counting down in my head
didn't want the moment to end
while our mother ranted to the driver
we stared out the window
the city never felt comforting
still find myself
thinking about that afternoon
I regret not leaving sooner
I regret not running away with you for a day
every time you'd leave
I didn't want to blink or let my tears fall