if it could be

the sky only looks like this on summer nights

when it’s quiet and you’re sitting at a stoplight.

you only ever looked at me like that in my head

or when you were bored or when i was

death is a small thing when we talk about change

setting off, you up north and i to the west

but really i’m leaving you first.

orange colors my vision on the unpaved sidewalk

weezer in the background as the ice cream truck sounds

and this is the last summer that i’ll feel old and young at once.