Lemon

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It’ll be cold
no, it’ll be warm
 

it’ll be Summer
and we’ll be sober
in the city
at the park
on the grass
while we’re drunk
and it’s early
when it starts to get late.
 

You’ll be in red
I’ll be in yellow
and we’ll be comfortable
when we’re awkward
together
away from each other
getting closer
and further.
 

It’ll feel left,
when it’s right

overthinking
the moments
in the night
in the morning,
when its warm
on the cold bench
in the city
at the park.
 

We’ll smell
no, we’ll taste lemon
on our lips
from our cans
from each other
when we’re closely
far apart.
 

It’ll feel new
when it’s old
when we’re young

when it’s fresh
when we’re smart
acting dumb
 

it’ll feel like summer
forever
in the winter
when it’s cold
on the bench
that kept us warm.