Interlude

Couple days had passed
Since I met you in your basement
With our mutual friends
Showed us your new pup
Said was 2000 bucks
You love him a lot
We made eyes a lot
Back in 10th grade, I wrote an essay
Saying "What's the point of young love?"
It could be so fun
But how will this last
We know it won't
And there's already plenty of that

Yet I check my phone
And you want to meet up
Said "Was a lot of fun
Why won't I come?"

So I pull up to your house
In the woods
Said to go through the back door
I'll meet you there
Walked me through your house
With no one there
Went down the stairs in that warm basement
And we're on the couch
Next to Audrey Hepburn
And a Kurt Cobain poster behind me
You showed me your art
Your Strat guitar
And a kiss

Nothing up our sleeves
Nothing more to feel
Filling a gap with some fun
For one month
Don't mistake ideas with feelings
Or gestures with meaning
An interlude
To fuck and move on

So two years passed
Since we met in your basement
Found other friends
Unassuming
How many other lives
Do we meet a couple times
Then forget it happened
Interactions that haunt
Apparition there now it's gone
To fuck and move on

(When was the last time I'd be with you)