Polaroids in My Pocket

You were late to the party

Wrong side of June

Holding two paper cups

Asking

“Is this seat used?”

You laughed at your own joke

I laughed at your shoes

Scuffed-up white

Navy laces

Somehow they just fit you

You said

“I hate small talk

Tell me something you hide”

I said

“I still keep postcards I never replied”

You said

“I write letters and never hit send”

That’s how a stranger started sounding like a friend

Now I got polaroids in my pocket

Of a night that never really had a plan

Just you

Stealing my jacket

Drawing constellations on the back of your hand

We were slow

We were soft

We were honest

Didn’t rush the way the hours slipped away

If this is how the story started

I don’t mind if it takes all day

We walked out past the houses

Paint peeling from the rails

You told me ‘bout your brother

And all your failed exams and fails

I told you why my father never calls on holidays

We traded all our broken pieces on that quiet

Crooked lane

You checked your phone then put it face-down in my palm

Said

“I’m tired of the buzzing

I just wanna stay calm”

We sat on the curbside

Sharing fries that weren’t ours

You said

“I like slow movies

And wishing on slow cars”

Now I got polaroids in my pocket

Of a night that never really had a plan

Just you

Stealing my jacket

Drawing constellations on the back of your hand

We were slow

We were soft

We were honest

Didn’t rush the way the hours slipped away

If this is how the story started

I don’t mind if it takes all day

Months fold over

Like pages on the floor

New shoes

New jokes

Same key in my door (come over)

You still talk too much during every single show

We pause the world so we can let the credits roll slow

You say

“One more walk?” I say

“One more night”

We keep choosing detours over getting it right

If every little moment is a sentence we save

I wanna read this story till my hair turns gray

I’ve got polaroids in my pocket

From a life that never really had a plan

Just you

Always in my jacket

Tracing hidden verses on the back of my hand

We stay slow

We stay soft

We stay honest

Let the long

Winding chapters have their say

If this is how our story’s written

I don’t care if it takes all day (all day)