We sat on your roof, high and aloof.
The stars sang us songs with the help of Bluetooth.
The imagery is vivid and devastating.
Kids, with big dreams - we hadn't been broken, yet.
Ripped at the seams.
I miss the brilliance of not knowing what true loneliness means.
Smoke billows from the cherry of your cigarette, saying things we would regret.
Teach me how to forget the beauty of living free of anxiety.
