May 1, 2020
Blue
You were never mine The cheap liquor, basement lights Flickering as we smooth talk our way In and out of each others ears Rolling around on the old mattress Your heat penetrates through each touch
Hours earlier we walked the stage together Except we were receiving diplomas Look at us now
Unsaid words of curiosity That blue hoodie I always made fun of Now brushing against my hand Eyes shifting in and out of focus
This is what our friends pictured Two idiots losing all inhibition A quiet intensity in the atmosphere Like the November breeze in the suburbs No one can deny our chemistry But us