the imagery in your
old love notes comes
to life; the vines you once
drew in the margins
growing around our feet.
[we fall farther
into
fantasy.]

but we are nothing
more than stupid kids
at a high school party,
experimenting with
marijuana in the dim lights
of a basement, melting
into
static
and lights that
lead us
astray.
[and we were
once such good
kids.]