It's summer and you're still warm
From the sun's longest hug of the day.
The breeze is your sweater
The stars are your blanket,
And this is your breath to make you feel better.
She wore the dress of an optimist
You wore the scars of pragmatism
That faded into red, irritated from your laughter.
Not long after, the road got wetter when
Parked by the start and the end of my youth,
Marking the start and the end of my truth.
I checked my pockets for anymore details
Then I checked my baggage for a plane I'd never take,
Hoping the right people lost their tickets
And found their way back home,
Or at the very least,
This shared window seat
Is better here grounded than ever have flown.
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