kiss me while the beatles play on an old record down in your basement when the only light is coming from the dim bulb by the door. i can make out the outline of your face. i can touch your lips with my fingertips. you’re walking slowly. i know what you’re going to do. i can feel your body pressed up against mine. & then my eyes are fluttering closed & you’re thinking about my eyelashes because you know i didn’t wear makeup & you can’t get over how thick they are. i feel your breath on my hairline. i’m perfectly still. your trace the back of my hand as it lays limply at my side. you’re amazing. & we’re just standing there & it’s agonizing, but the sweetest fucking pain. i nuzzle my face into the crook of your neck. & you kiss my forehead over & over, your hands lacing with mine. & then you just hold me, & i hold back.
the long & winding road. that’s what would’ve been playing if this came true.