I wish I could take you to an open air cinema,
where we would watch the ‘Goblet of Fire’ for the thousandth time
but I don’t even know wherever you are
and if I did, you still wouldn’t be mine.
I wish we would visit this concert
you haven’t shut up about together
but we’re still stuck
just talking about the weather
instead of those things our sober tongues are holding back
until the blue has finally
shifted to black.