Not another M word.

Drink me up with the bullet of your farewell.

This is for us, for letting go, for letting in, for crashing that car in the right spot, for welcoming the careless trip and the tired sun, for bouncing ‘til the night dropped.

We tried, but not so hard, we dreamt, but not too deep, we wanted to feel the kind of feeling you feel you need. We just saw it in the wrong stop.

We could have a drowning road, we could be love rising is the water of hot fingertips, of suffocating strokes, we could have got rid of that necessity of needing one each other.

Drink me in. Shoot me with the understanding of the “it would never be”.