‘do you believe in magic?’
was the second thing you asked, after my name
and i shook my head and said ‘no'
but the smile never left the corner of your lips
that summer we drove down to malibu
you promised to show me the fireworks
but we never left the car because your favorite song came on
and it was that moment, under the golden sky
i whispered ‘yes’ just when the fireworks went off
and you turned to me, with that smile i still adore
i looked away and began singing at the top of my lungs
now i’m left wondering if you even heard
because you left two weeks later, in hopes of something new
to this day i still find myself hopelessly imagining
running into you again, this time
i would prepare myself for the question you asked
years ago, the first day we met,
the day the sky was golden