(no subject)
This time last year we were tumbling into summer;
Limbs and tans and blissful hellos, I’ve missed you all days
But I’m so glad to be heres.
And skies that were sunlit until we drove home late.
This day last year you were asleep in a warm light;
Your head on my thigh as I drank tea in bed.
And I thought, “You.”
And of things that matter,
And of so much love.
June is approaching, you’re not here, and it’s hot in a bad way.
Limbs and tans and blissful hellos, I’ve missed you all days
But I’m so glad to be heres.
And skies that were sunlit until we drove home late.
This day last year you were asleep in a warm light;
Your head on my thigh as I drank tea in bed.
And I thought, “You.”
And of things that matter,
And of so much love.
June is approaching, you’re not here, and it’s hot in a bad way.