with you, the air was light
i was a being with radiating joy
shining outward, coalescing inward
we were  full of food, rubbing tummies with our clothes on
the sun never shined so bright
the moon never lacked in light

with you, the air was heavy
i was a being bogged down by angst
the quarter-life crisis kind
we were guts full of beer, loners making beds with each other
the night was always ours to keep
the days full of bittersweet leaves

but there was never any love
and I learned to know what wasn't