Maybe not together forever but at least we can escape summer.
Sleeping in and over, keeping us awake until the sun says shut up. The days your arms were open to me and the seconds apart were our teases, making it that many times sweeter together. Now I wake early and fight the morning traffic, merging and turning as I rock out in the god awful AM. The late nights must wait nights, the beckoning weekend. After days apart we might stop taking our togetherness for granted and we can have one hot night for our six alone.
Your mountaintop betrayal was seen by everyone you know, even the betrayed and the betrayee. Too high to lie. The people got down in the street to the most moment beat, I wanted to thrill her to “Thriller”.