We’re standing outside this airbnb in the heart of the city —
a clever idea of mine; an upgrade if I say so myself
Moving from the back of your car
to chasing you up the king size bed

We pulled the couch out and did our thing there, anyways

I don’t think about it anymore but I just heard the song
I swayed uncontrollably to outside
Not sure if I was drunk, it was cold, or a mixture of both
Humming as I exhaled cigarette smoke

And then you went right back to breathing me in

It’s good for me to look back on these things
That’s what I say to myself, at least
When I can smile about it
and the thought of not having it doesn’t sting

Almost like a gentle reminder of the good things to come