sugary vodka burning my throat;
we stand by the open window,
breathing in the night air to cure our lungs

navy sky ablaze with warm light from the parisian buildings ahead,
i tell you how important this moment is;
you've been crying a little, wash it off with music and laughter

he's somewhere in the flat,
i've never had the guts to tell him how much i wanted to kiss his face;
when i said i'd have to go, he told me he'd miss me
and before i went away
he hugged me tight

he's toxic, but his smile looks sweet
like everything inside my drink
i remember all the interactions we had;
did he invite me do dance with him?
though it was a joke, he interlocked our arms

i wish there was a way for our memory to never forget
and endlessly store the pictures and tapes for us to rewatch
i don't want them to get buried in a dusty drawer in my brain
this should be meant to last

i can fiercely say i was happy.