late night walks in the park

Wed, August 12, 2026

it's cold out tonight.
i watched you speak as your sighs vaporized into a thin white cloud in the air.

your cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink,
hair was a little ruffled (icanalmostlookbackwithfondness..)
from you fidgeting with it whenever you were nervous.

we were smoking;
i coughed everytime i took a hit—
you were much more experienced than i was.

your dark blue puffer jacket suited you.
always thought it brought out the color of your eyes.

you said they were brown—
sweared on your life actually—
but i saw the way it would flash verdant in the sunlight.

god is it fucking freezing out here.
i wanted to look at you more.