i liked laying beside you at the river.
the water was cold and the rocks felt smooth.
i could tell you wanted me
when you told me i looked pretty under the sun light
or the moment
when you traced my shoulder blades
and asked to count the freckles on my knees.
you put white flowers in my hair
and tried to teach me how to skip rocks
i wasn’t very good.
my feet on the dash during the car ride home
and the music on the radio
made me believe
you really did care
about making me feel happy today.
or on any day for that matter.
“now you’re just somebody that I used to know.”