we moved like the heat had softened time
bare feet on cracked pavement
shoulders open to the sky
laughing at nothing
because nothing felt like enough
your hand brushed mine
and the world forgot its edges
even the trees leaned closer
as if they wanted to listen
i didn’t know how to hold that kind of light
so i let it spill
let it stain the hours
until all that was left
was the scent of sun on your shirt
and the ache of something we never named