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
