I text you in the early morning when I wake before you and you text me when I am fast asleep as you study for APUSH.
Think about all the stars and the way even though we are miles apart, we are admiring the same crooked constellation.
I miss you endlessly and seeing you only once every month (if we are lucky) kills me.
Love is a terrifying thing to consume but you seem to present it on a golden plate.
You and your blue eyes meet my green ones and the world pauses
but not us.
I’m not sure how this all happened, but I don’t really think there needs to be a reason or explanation.
Scared squirrels run out of our path as we dance along the sidewalk and butterflies trace our skin.