I remember late nights.
and golden trees by streetlights.

Your hand was warm,
but your breath was not.

Everything was new.
I was ready to explore with you.

A summer later,
torn photos and missed calls.

We promised forever
but you surrendered.

I don't notice the streetlights anymore
and it's too cold to walk at night.
but if you called,
I'd be on the next flight.