You sound like the ****** of my favorite song / yes, the one I play every time I’m in your car / windows down / my feet resting on the dashboard / and I speak to your hair blowing in the wind / to the hesitation in your smile / cryptic words that sound like the showers yesterday / and the cold room we slept in: yes. Your breathing was louder than mine, but for some reason it didn't bother me the way it normally would / in and out and warm like our best memories / maybe it was the consistency or maybe it was the reassurance / e / romanticize my flaws like I do to yours / I’ll keep dancing in your socks as you watch me from the doorway to your bedroom/ our present love is a teenage torment / is it an impending end / ???