will you fight with me
for simpler days--
late night skate, &
call-wait
-ing up to hear a
slurry word and sunsets
over skylines
overthinking,
sinking stomachs
through the bathroom floor,
one more
love note left inside your pocket
rips across your sneakers
and your jeans
on our knees under a streetlight,
stealing time from goodnight,
glowing in the grown-out kind of
confidence
i left in 17
when you still believed in beauty
and in mine, particularly.