under the tree
california blue
leaves moving
shadows touch
on my face
i closed my eyes
i opened them
you stood there
lay your head
on my chest
my heart
playing something small
niche japanese indie probably
your eyes were wet
my fingers
curved your ears
it’s okay
you’re human
—
you weren’t
—
your house
up the hill
do i stay
or run up
rain cutting my face
towards your house
outside
friend, we said
summer beaming from your window
two shadows
i stand still
streetlights
breathing
outside
in your world
i promised
not under the tree
not inside
