A couple years later and there you were.
I couldn’t help but fixate my eyes on your every movements.
We did bumps, we smoked bowls.
I missed your stories. I hope you missed mine. It’s funny how I feel the same after so much time.

  • 11 am: *wakes up*
  • Friends: Want to go to Mexico?
  • Me: Sure.
  • 2 pm: Later America.