These memories are unphotographed, but they still remain in my head.
We ran so far
and sleep in your car;
black birds in the sunset,
like how you and I met.
You put a flower on my ear,
the yellow ever green azalea.
And for the first time,
I fear—
this might not last forever.
But the sun was there,
it was here,
the twilight.
Our rings seemed right for each other,
and your smile was bright—
and we made our promise.
Remember how you held my hands with the car keys?
You and my kiss,
the reflected light in our rings.
We have hope of tomorrow,
hoping for bright glees.
We have hope of yesterday,
these unphotographed memories.
Our lips touched,
it was a crimson catch.
My fingernails on the piano,
you brushed my hair off.
The sound of the melody said no,
but this love was real.
This love was very real . . .
Because you were humming a song,
we both know this was wrong,
but we made it right.
