You remind me of the September heat that refuses to surrender to autumn's cool breeze
Fireflies that dance beneath the warmth of a harvest moon
Copenhagen and the sea
Midnight lattes and pancake breakfasts at noon
And every bit of twenty

You remind me of my first dinner date that didn't end with improper advances
Just a devilish, all-knowing grin
Four wheels atop a mountain
Under stars I swear were touching my flushed skin
But it was just your hand on my hip

You remind me of the melodic way the snow falls on the first cold day of January
The way each flake is unique
Poker games and dancing till my head felt airy
Was it my knees or my chest that felt weak?

I didn't know when the leaves dropped from the trees that first October
And my breath caught when you leaned in for the very first time
That there would be a day he wouldn't get sober
Shattering my view of life

There was a comfortable warmth between two calloused hearts
A sliver of understanding
That I was too broken for the white picket fence and the gentle goat farm
You presented me with a guarded soul, but wide-open hands
And I ran

Thirty creeps on me like the accelerator is pushed to the floor
And I'm trying not to look in the rear view
But you're in the mirror and I don't want to drive anymore
If it means I leave you at twenty-two

© krystlereisler