Laughter echoing through my small San Francisco apartment,
Sunlight spilling in on a warm summer afternoon.
Tangled in the sheets, tangled in you.
I feel you still - a low hum beneath my ribs.
I miss the way I smiled around you.
Maybe I was meant to give you safety,
And you were meant to give me ease.
Maybe we could have stayed in the present,
Instead of slipping into the past.