sincerely

I see your smile in the city lights
I hear your breath in traffic on friday nights
the contours of your body break over my memory like waves on your beach
you feel like a forest fire.


we are put to sleeping by our consciences, like they're singing a bad lullaby that rhymes with laying on the grass staring at the sky and the clouds. the leaves are changing; falling from their branches and fluttering aimlessly, drifting like we drifted apart when the seasons turned.


If you're not careful, you'll fill this basement with smoke
I don’t want to see your cigarette. I want to see your smile.

You change like the seasons, you change.
You set like the sun set on summer.
We are constellations. We are constellations. I see us in the sky.
I see you in the sky, in the city lights.