11:38

Separately the same but
together,
so different.
"But we all change",
you say,
with a smirk and a cigarette.
You tongue your teeth and
I know,
you're lying.

We breathed that same,
salty air all Summer.
You let me rest my
head on your shoulder
and I let you
fuck in my bed.

It's all the same.

A little give and a
little take.

8 hours asleep and back to the
porch,
back to the bottles.
More nicotine than oxygen
but
that was us.

Those were our rides.
Those were our
words.
Our high pitched
Dylan harmonica
and sweet, little songs
we sang
to one another.

Our silly, naive
hearts.

Dancer's hands,
freckle faced,
matching birth marks and
a time in our lives that
screamed intensity and
passion
so fucking loud,
I think the whole world could hear it.

And I realize you're
what
I'm missing.

We will always have
that Summer.
Those slow days,
those crazy,
always midnight
nights.

We're still there.
We're just a bit
changed.