Inspired by Lyla Sage.

You savor the words, the way one does in long stories

I say I met a man and named him ‘lover’

You say I could have met you a few times before, and

I make a fool of myself trying to get you to remember

I’m aware of how close our faces are

And in the bar lights, you’re no stranger to forgetting yourself for a while, and

The swell of the strings, the sweetness of the sin, and the moonlight on my face

Make it so I know how to never fall for another

It seems like we’re out of time and

I ask for nothing much more than a match made in heaven

Press your forehead tenderly to mine because you can’t think about how

You ever even loved her like you loved me