lunch date turns into me sitting alone at the lake.
listening to the cure,
remembering nights the police tapped on the steamed windows asking out ages,
sitting on your car pointing at the sky and wondering,
“how people so small could feel so big sitting next to you”
countless nights turning into the early morning.
this place doesn’t look as beautiful when the sun shines and you’re not by my side.
really, this was just a lake until i met you.