go on a trip with me.
kick our heels on the ***** leather of your car,
only us three.
play soft tunes while i take blurry photos
that we can all laugh about in years to come.

i’ll bring along green tea.
that we can sip,
and try our hardest not to burn ourselves.
nobody-
will know of the laughs we shared,
when we ran away to make memories.
memories that’ll overcompensate for the loneliness:
the dread of the parting of a loved one,
the newfound freedom of a one person apartment,
and the thought of how we used to know each other.