Air. 2005 sometime.

We were hopeless romantics
getting through life
on coattails of
imagination.
We dreamt of warmer nights
and sweeter days
of thunderstorms on the edges of the world.
of transatlanticism
and no money
we met by chance
but ever since the start I’ve been
falling for you
ever since my chariot lost its wheel
I’ve fallen asleep to find you
18 months
18 months feels like forever
on this page
it feels like first times
and broken good-byes
it feels like
"we can get through this"
and golden gate bridge
it feels like
slam poetry
and
all night dinners
best friends
and big mistakes
it feels like
no one understands
especially
ex's
it feels like
amazing
and
heartache
it feels like bloody hands
and
shards of glass
like
throwing up all night
and still being comfortable
18 months feels like
everything we both
kept hidden in out closets
and under out beds
18 months feels like
fucking eternity