It‘s the thick air that gets us
under the burn of the sun,
when we wake in sweaty sheets
It’s Summer Nights l
just like in Grease
sitting on rocks at the beach,
watching moments turn to forever.
It’s walking to the bench, laughing
in between smoke.
It’s kissing mid-sentence, or steps,
or breaths.
It’s going further to look for a less patchy spot.
And it’s walking uphill alone to
get home
It’s like knowing there never is
enough time
It’s everyday,
all the time,
like I told you that first May
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