we met at the collision
of words and summer storms
laughing in purple hoodies
and spreading our hair through warm grass
we forgot the reasons we shouldn’t
and locked fingers under streetlights,
too busy making memories out of mosquito bites
to remember the rest of the world
we drowned our feelings in the sparkling rain
and almost danced to hummingbird heartbeats
barefoot, bliss drunk, and content in
letting these moments last forever
but they never did
then it was fuzzy calls and staying up
just a little bit longer
and getting mad at the slow internet
because don’t you understand that
I need all the time that I can get?
we’re “sweet dreams” and “have a good day”
and early mornings and late nights
sipping tea and trying not to laugh in class
but missing so much that it’s crushing
so we focus on what we have
and try to forget about all the miles and time
until we collide again
