we’re all knees and elbows. With my hand up her shirt the base of her back is hot and wet. She pushes herself up streaking the mist on the window and squeezes me with her thighs.

from work I pass two street kids. One of them says “cool walk man!”.

The Cinematic Orchestra was playing in the background while we had sex. She cried after.

inside of me so badly.

But they always are and we always are so you don’t mind when I stop to make a memory
Cause they last
I hope this lasts

and my hands still smell of her. We made so many memories it’s unfortunate none of them include her name.

and inches me just back to whisper, as only one can, out of breath and rosy cheeked “you’re a nice guy but you kiss like a bad boy”.

cause she’s there and they’re soft but when she hugs me I’m already gone.

The streets are loud and busy
But they always are and we always are so you don’t mind when I stop to make a memory.
‘Cause they last forever.

I hope this lasts forever.

to look me in the eyes and say “it’s all going to be ok” and as they do, I want to burst into tears and whisper. “No. Maybe it won’t be; and maybe I’m not.”