Remember when we sat here, sharing kisses and square photos? Tiny specks of rain, freed from overhanging branches, sparkled in your hair. You gave me your heart, I gave you mine. Those were the days we used to shine, before the sky rebranded and the weight of the world shook the ground beneath our feet.

Now you’re up there on the platform, dancing with the stars to a careless stranger’s puppetmaster song, played on mass-produced guitars. We pour concrete over diamonds, laugh about the bad old days when everyone can hear.

But between the sheets we whisper about a hidden place, frozen in time, waiting for us to come home.