oh God*
please don't let that song come on the radio
it reminds me of the curve of his back
and the way his hair curled in the front
of the night he snuck out to come see me
and i was lost for words
but full of kisses
when i saw him standing at my door
messy hair and sleepy eyes at 2am
saying "i just had to see you"
don't let it remind me of
all the nights i cried myself to sleep
hearing his voice on the phone
telling me baby it'll be okay
or the early morning video calls
where he'd wake me with a smile
letting me know that there was reason
to still go on
that song reminds me
of driving through the sunset
turning on the radio
and simultaneously saying
"hey thats my song"
oh God
don't let that song come on the radio
it'll remind me of the way
his tongue slid down my abdomen
and his nails scratched my hip bones
my hands in his hair
don't let that song
take me back to the time
my legs were thrown over his
while he fed me french fries
with his mouth
i won't have any other choice
but to remember the hint of hazel in his eyes
the gaps between his teeth
the freckle near his eyes
the feeling of the summer breeze
when it was just him and me
oh God
don't let that song come on the radio
it belongs to me and him
it belongs to another age
another time
another era
it belongs to
*for(n)ever.