thinking about those hot summer days
stuck in traffic

I remember always looking over to you

in the backseat of a taxi
always counting down in my head
didn't want the moment to end

while our mother ranted to the driver
we stared out the window

the city never felt comforting

still find myself
thinking about that afternoon

I regret not leaving sooner
I regret not running away with you for a day

every time you'd leave
I didn't want to blink or let my tears fall