Back in June

I won’t pick up your calls
Kiss your mouth
Think of you next to me
Constantly. Like I used to. Back in June
Sky was blue
Cold at nights
When you gave me your jacket
Your dad’s leather one
And we sat
By the lake
Where trees and people were sinking
Helplessly
You asked what was I thinking of
I invented some ravings
Lit your cigarette
You look cool with it in your hands
And we both look like in a movie scene
But do you know how such movies usually end