sitting on cold pavement
icy hands meet warm embers
do you remember-
all the things you said in bed between the sheets
when our lips would meet?
leaving me on seen
"read at 12:16"
do you miss me? i doubt it
laying on my bedroom floor again
and i pretend that you once felt the same
but we were always coasting down different lanes
your name- i wish i could forget it
and that when I see your number i'll reject it
i need to feel the sun on my skin
the sound of your heart beat in the wind
can we recreate something that had never been?