I wish you well
So this wasn't a nick drake summer.
It wasn't driving from the city to the beach with the top down and my hand making waves against the moon. It wasn't those warm nights spent lazing in the street with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. It wasn't Dan's classic Rock and boyish smiles, it wasn't Darvey's words blaring through the speakers, on night hikes and windy roads in Berkeley. It wasn't sarah in front, and me behind, enjoying the view.
No, this summer was all about the girl.
It was waking up to phantom kisses that felt so so good. It was watching the sky turn blue from my bedroom window as thoughts of you cascaded through my brain. It was the music those nights when i was away. It was the smiles captured in still frames, with my almost star boys lurking in the background. It was dis-organized plans of movement up the coast. It was watching them all fall apart, but being okay all the same. It was you and me dreaming. It was my friends getting married, and me thinking, someday... someday. It was the first time. It was the last time. This is the only time. And that's alright.
So now that i've said goodbye. Promised to write, promised to call and promised to visit (though i don't think i will) my mind eases away from the lazy days and lingers now in January.
When i got my money saved, when the ball drops, and the plane rises up and i'm awake looking ahead to that someday, saturday. Lounging on the couches, or sleeping in. Sitting up straight with one hand in your hand and a book in the other.
It wasn't driving from the city to the beach with the top down and my hand making waves against the moon. It wasn't those warm nights spent lazing in the street with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other. It wasn't Dan's classic Rock and boyish smiles, it wasn't Darvey's words blaring through the speakers, on night hikes and windy roads in Berkeley. It wasn't sarah in front, and me behind, enjoying the view.
No, this summer was all about the girl.
It was waking up to phantom kisses that felt so so good. It was watching the sky turn blue from my bedroom window as thoughts of you cascaded through my brain. It was the music those nights when i was away. It was the smiles captured in still frames, with my almost star boys lurking in the background. It was dis-organized plans of movement up the coast. It was watching them all fall apart, but being okay all the same. It was you and me dreaming. It was my friends getting married, and me thinking, someday... someday. It was the first time. It was the last time. This is the only time. And that's alright.
So now that i've said goodbye. Promised to write, promised to call and promised to visit (though i don't think i will) my mind eases away from the lazy days and lingers now in January.
When i got my money saved, when the ball drops, and the plane rises up and i'm awake looking ahead to that someday, saturday. Lounging on the couches, or sleeping in. Sitting up straight with one hand in your hand and a book in the other.