Summer Static
We were young in a way that already felt like losing summer clinging to us like a song on low volume Your name tasted like cheap soda and regret sweet at first, then flat by morning
You said forever the way people say maybe eyes drifting past me to something shinier, farther I learned early that love can be a wide open road with no sign telling you where to stop
I love you small, aching ways waiting, hoping, pretending silence was devotion Every promise flickered like blue static on a TV screen close enough to touch, never clear enough to trust
Now I carry you like a faded photograph edges soft, colors bleeding into what I wanted you to be I don’t miss your hands so much as the boy I was when I thought they’d never let go
If you ever hear this sadness humming at dusk Know it’s not anger, it’s just memory Some loves don’t end in fire or goodbye they just slowly dissolve into the music you can’t turn off