we walked on quiet streets of
asphalt, with weary eyes; above
all, you're probably doing better now.
melting ice cream, sticky as it is—
cold comfort; your warmth, bliss.
miss this more than my heart allows.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 8:30 AM UTC
we walked on quiet streets of
asphalt, with weary eyes; above
all, you're probably doing better now.
melting ice cream, sticky as it is—
cold comfort; your warmth, bliss.
miss this more than my heart allows.
