last night as i was laying in bed
i clutched a memory real close to my chest
and nibbled on it throughout my sleep
this is how i relive things
savoring them one crumb at a time

the memory was from this summer
looking up at the navy sky
being young and flirty and funny
like we’re supposed to be

what? no! i don’t wanna release it
stop making me
please
stop trying to pry my marble fingers off this little thing
stop trying to make me throw it all up
i wont let you

i dont realize it (or maybe i do)
but its already over
and we’re already moving on to this next thing
and it wont be as fun

but soon that’ll come to my attention
in the morning