I remember that one time, late in last May at dusk, when the stars peeked out above the clouds and we ate green beans on the roofs of our cars Then you laid back and said with ease that it was such a great pity: the stars could make you feel so naive, paint the air thick with levity. And while to you it might have seemed light, you wouldn't believe how heavily it's weighed on me. But baby it's alright! Your empty ode restored gravity.
