You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by the navy-blue sky, your friends laugh,
telling you that you took too much, your heartbeat becomes irregular in response.
You look outwards, looking for something to anchor on, and fixate on the surplus of stars,
you waver for a moment; you draw breath and
exhale.
You remember the time we found ourselves lost in the woods, so we stopped
under the cypress tree and turned our gaze upwards. I told you that
I envy the stars, you ask why—
I say ‘imagine being gazed upon over and over
with nothing but wonderment, and awe
by the eyes of lovers, knowing you
played a small part in their
love story.’
The word lovers stands out to you.
SCENE TWO:
Your friends usher you into your apartment, they stay for a little while, but you chase them out,
they remind you that they’re only a phone-call away. You stumble to your bed, fighting
gravity with each step as your head suddenly weighs a ton. A losing battle, your eyes want
to concede—in one last attempt to stay awake, you hit play on your phone. It’s the song you
associate the most with me, it never stirred you like it did me, but you still found it intriguing. You think of the time I told you that I think a person’s second-favourite song
tells a lot more about them, than their favourite. You shot me a puzzling look; I follow up with ‘think about it, a person’s favourite song can change over the years, but who thinks of
changing their second-favourite song’. You laugh, asking wouldn’t people just make
their second-favourite song their previous favourite song, and so forth. I concede, and
you laugh more. You always found that exchange interesting—who thinks like that?
You shut your eyes and wonder what my second-favourite song is.
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