I’m talking a mile a minute and your hands are cold

While you drag your cigarette like it’s your last one

I tell you about my ideas and theories like I’ve got the answers to life

So young

So naive

We thought we knew

The night dragged into morning as the air became moist

You’ve been shaking your legs for hours

While you listen to me talk

Nervous for no reason, we switch spots

An hour later we switch again,

The world was outside of us

No existence beyond this dark porch

Overlooking hills and trees and the swing set that makes you fall when you push me

Nothing else matters besides this moment

This moment that turned into memories

Blurry memories of your hands on my legs

Listening to my ridiculous banter

You’ve been my home longer than I realized