I remember late nights.
and golden trees by streetlights.
Your hand was warm,
but your breath was not.
Everything was new.
I was ready to explore with you.
A summer later,
torn photos and missed calls.
We promised forever
but you surrendered.
I don't notice the streetlights anymore
and it's too cold to walk at night.
but if you called,
I'd be on the next flight.
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
I remember late nights.
and golden trees by streetlights.
Your hand was warm,
but your breath was not.
Everything was new.
I was ready to explore with you.
A summer later,
torn photos and missed calls.
We promised forever
but you surrendered.
I don't notice the streetlights anymore
and it's too cold to walk at night.
but if you called,
I'd be on the next flight.