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
something niche
your eyes
wet
my fingers
curve 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
streetlights
breathing
outside
in your world
i promised
not under the tree
not inside
