2 am on a friday morning,
you were playing me that 90's music you said you grew up on.
we sat on the couch of your apartment and did nothing
but listen to the music while everyone else slept.
if I could go back in time and relieve one moment
it would be this one, this simple thing.
back then I wasn't tired and sad and lost.
now? I lie in bed at four in the morning like this
writing poems about how much I miss my old life
and you.