The air here tastes like it's already been kissed - salt, heat, a trace of something gone
You leaned against the window like you'd done this before, letting the glass fog your outline

I said I liked the sound of waves in parking lots
You laughed and said, that's just traffic, baby
Maybe it was
Maybe everything we touch ends up ordinary

Sweet Magnolia, you were too calm for the way I was falling
Every word from you felt borrowed, and I kept spending them anyway

You told me once that the sea never forgives -
it just forgets slower than the rest of us
And I thought that was beautiful
And I think that's why I stayed

The night folded itself into your hair
We stopped talking before we ran out of things to say
There's a difference, but not a big one

Sweet Magnolia, you bloom in the Dark corners of
memory, soft, unbothered,
like you know I'll never really leave