that it just was
past tense and a fleeting history
let's pretend I never cried
that I never tore at the scars
or wished on dying stars
that I dreamt instead of hope,
of the sun and sea
not the thunder and dark clouds
I saw in your eyes
when I spoke too loudly, too thoughtlessly
that I never had to dance in the rain that came and wet my cheeks
dripping over the stinging grazes on my knuckles and chin
Let's just pretend that we met, talked and laughed
that the rest was a bad dream
from too much pizza eaten as friends.
Let's just pretend.