ring tan

when we were young

we lit your candles under michelin stars

dug into empty pockets for expensive jeans

parked on the side of the road to find each other in the sky

growing up together made us want more

though we had no clue what that meant

there was so much hurt

but you squeezed me tighter

somewhere between the bleachers

and the snow on the ground

feeling became habit

today i picked up my phone to type “happy birthday”

and there was nothing else to say