High school Sweethearts

Workshop

We met by those rollercoasters and scary rides

Fell in love somewhere between a stop sign and some lockers

Your fingertips traced my skin for the first time

Somewhere among the trees by the benches behind school

Our tongues dueled behind stage curtains and set pieces we’d painted

Backseat conversations trailing long after the engine noise faded

Young, bright-eyed unjaded love

Your every detail like melody

You were everything, everything to me

My mom still asks about you, I tell her we’re friends

How I sometimes wish that were true

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