when I could get you off my mind in many many ways.
From the fresh air,
all the way to the rum glasses amongst the masses.

Heavy breaths followed by the sounds of the skipping steps,
the conversations about chairs and short lived laughs.
How I long for the days,
where I could see my friends.

The world was our safe space,
ridden with alcohol,
my thoughts were all in place,
without you in my sight.

Now every breath,
every sip,
every step,
and every laugh,
remind me of the days when I could fall in love.

And if I could I would,
I would fall in love with another girl.
Another girl that's not you.