tilly

Your hair danced in the wind

yesterday, and the trees

turned your eyes green.

You took

a photo of me, my skin 

flushed from the fire, my 

eyes closed on accident

and I took one

of you with the river spilling out

behind your smile. 

Everyone else can

hate me, I told you,

as long as I'm

your favorite person.

You laughed and didn't know

you were smoothing out the ache

between my shoulder blades.

You are boygenius lyrics

and a tall cool drink

and a hot breath on my shoulder

and the state of Massachusetts, two hours

and a lifetime away.

I never thought 

you'd happen to me. 

Your hair danced in the wind

yesterday, or maybe it was three months ago.

You called me beautiful

today, in a block of text, and i told

you

you're my favorite person.