#perfect summer

We passed it back and forth the glow of the joint small against the dark Your laugh echoed off the walls that smelled like incense and old pizza

The TV hummed, forgotten a soundtrack of cartoons and static we spoke in half-thoughts ideas dangling, unfinished like smoke curls in the ceiling fan

I remember the ceiling fan I remember your half-smile when a song came on we both pretended to recognize

Time was slow and soft minutes melting into hours we didn’t mark we didn’t care to

Outside, the world carried on tweets, deadlines, promises we ignored Inside, we were light and careless our own orbit of hazy rebellion thinking we were infinite or at least, untouchable

That man won five UCL titles already.

I think we should all agree:

Kroos - Euros

Liability / Big Star