the campers | May 18, 2025 (15:49) |

there's no breeze in this camp,

perhaps we should put out the fire.

both my legs perspire,

both your hands reach for mine.

i tried.

trust me, i tried.

it was my heart in it,

it was my soul i had given.

i tried.

yet the more i stayed out,

the heavier my sleepiness became.

i tried, to sit back like you asked

yet the more you fed the fire,

the more it reached to burn my camise.

the constellations seem to align,

i'd wait 'til it spells out all of your answer to my whys.

i still wonder, if the trees ever reminded you of me.

did any of the rocks catch your attention to bring a memory?

i did, i was at camp most of the week.

every leaf, every chirp, and every me—

it all reminded me of my shoes in your room so pink.

all the delays before we got here,

i wanted— trust me, i wanted all of this.

it took you long enough to want to,

it took me long enough to realize you never had to.

there's no breeze in this camp,

it's just me and you.

i should get some sleep,

even though we should probably take the rest we need. 

i tried.