when my heart used to feel sore
my eyes felt heavier
and our song sounded less nostalgic
my hand forgot where your callus was
and how your palms would sweat
I thought my eyes would never forget you
but I did
I forgot your lips
did you bite or were you gentle?
When did I stop crying in my car?
When did I stop wearing your favorite shirt?
When did I stop dreaming about you?
anxiety and nostalgia kept me hopeful
but I untied my brain from my heart
and I fled
you fled twice before, though
so let me fly once
you still warm my heart
and all memories are still happy
I’m airborne and I can’t be caught