do you remember when
all that mattered was
holding his hand
and smelling the sun
on his sunburnt skin
laid on sun-set sand
do you remember when
the only song you knew
was his second name
and now the only dance
your feet understand
is a stance with his toes
can you take me back
the night i cried
like how lampposts died
asking myself why
your moon only shines
when you speak of his smiles
could you take me back to sun-screened streets
where all that mattered were
our touching feet
Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC
do you remember when
all that mattered was
holding his hand
and smelling the sun
on his sunburnt skin
laid on sun-set sand
do you remember when
the only song you knew
was his second name
and now the only dance
your feet understand
is a stance with his toes
can you take me back
the night i cried
like how lampposts died
asking myself why
your moon only shines
when you speak of his smiles
could you take me back to sun-screened streets
where all that mattered were
our touching feet
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