Our First Apartment

We were naked and refreshed
I was on one knee
At the foot of the floor bed

You said yes
I drank at the pool and
Didn’t answer my phone

We were still children
Having children
In the unfurnished living room
Cigarettes and congrats

Pseudo-opulent god-complex
Come on over
Everyone come over
Money is fuel so

Come on over

The early years, our dawn,
We carried on
I got carried away

In the shadow of our silent evenings
Our different worlds
We plotted our deaths
Over and over again

Geriatric in our curse
Time, money,
No energy

Just wild nights
The hard reset
One more hurrah

Still, there you were
Cuddled in the cabinets

There you were
Fixing your face at the vanity
While I watched from the
Floor bed

Hungover and
Slept in

Bicycles in the rain

Neurotic
Fucked up
In love

Doom the couch to the
Porch with a
Cigarette singing
Songs to the

Wilderness

Reckless and restless
Swept away in memory

Swept away in dozens of
Euphoric, indescribable

Bronze sunsets

Set to smiles
Set to feng shui
Set to us laid bare

Set to the curls in your lips and hair

Four walls of memory
Swept away with the lease

Published by Gianni Vitale

Nurse, songwriter, and poet from Columbia, MO.

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