रेमेम्बेर

remember the morning on venice, so early the merchants weren't there, we ran down the boardwalk chasing the seagulls and waited as the sun came up. i thought about that tattoo because i wanted to remember forever what that felt like - it was nothing about ink or skin or little blue stars. remember sleeping in, our sunburns red and it even hurt to laugh. i think i laughed harder than i have ever laughed that day, in the passenger seat of your car. late nights, empty bars, we drank banana martinis and rum and coke, and wished to be back at homeish and all i want right now is to be at that empty little tiki bar with you. remember the hammock late at night where we whispered and fell asleep, the warmth of the jacuzzi evaporating into the blue night air. we still have to ding-dong ditch Ray Bradbury, plan a post-it bandit mission, and protest rainforest deforestation outside of Prada. remember taking the bus on full moon october nights, sushi monsters, and eating ice cream in plaid pajama pants. remember early morning naps, the sun streaming in the window - it felt like the world was on pause. i would give anything just to have that full moon first kiss feeling again.