Don't you think peaches are made of these?

Thighs slicked with coconut oil
on a hot summer day.

Think of us breathing in the southern heat-
think of us singing with no defeat.

But we can't miss this anymore,
our sleepy eyes will now reside
behind screen lights and subject lines,
traffic lights constantly blinking yellow
and your 3 favorite songs on repeat,
I look down as I walk away
so I won't have to say the words
"goodbye"