night2
“We’re going to get married.”
“No, we’re not.” I rolled my eyes.
“We are; one day.”
“You’re an idiot.”
You laughed at that even after
I pushed you away playfully,
even though it meant losing the
warmth you gave me once your
arm slid off my shoulders.
And then, of course, you just
had to go and say my name
with your last name and smile
at me in a way that made me
want to melt under the stars
and moon that we so cornily
walked under, our friends not
far ahead of us.
☪
