I hope one day you find me in a grocery store
and I’ll have new tattoos
But my coconut perfume will stay the same
our eyes will lock
while I stand beside an isle of fruit
your heart sinks to the ground
and I’ll lose my voice
all over again
We will laugh about how long it’s been
and you will apologize
For your immaturities
I’ll wish you well
and before you’re on your way
I’ll remind you to not feel guilty
because after all
we were only 15