come over quick,
tell me all your lies.
close the gap on
everything we wished
for and everything we
regret, and all those
other stories we’ve been
telling ourselves in party
bathrooms all these years.

touch my skin, tell me
where you’ve been, empty
my car from gas driving
west til the road runs
out, kneel down in the
sand and tell me what’s
kept you alive, so close
to me after all this time.

the tide, the sky,
the night, the thick,
all of it:
you make me feel
like a movie.