There’s a place downtown

That we used to go

We'd stay up all night

Laughing at our own jokes

Having picnics and campfires

On top of the world

At least that’s what it felt like

On top of the I bank parking garage

Connecting the stars as we chain smoked

We were the King and Queen of the city

High on love and illegal weed

Until we got chased by the bank security

Flight upon flight of stairs

Trying to not trip on my blurred vision

Laughing because he would never catch us

And he never did.

 

There’s a place downtown

That we used to go

A small coffee shop

Open to us all night

I met my science professor there

Before he was my professor

What a strange event

Bowling lanes for flooring

And shaky diner chairs

Couches that were ripped

But the music was really good

But the coffee was really good

 

And the barista had a tattoo of the world on her arm

And she didn’t understand how beautiful she was

But I told her anyway

Just like I tell you

“I’m sorry” every day.

 

There’s a place downtown

That I go to every day

With flowers in my hands

And my cheeks tear stained

You wait for me there

Inside an obsidian grave

A new letter I wrote

That you will never read

Soaked with my tears

Filled with my need

For you.