i sit down next to you but didn’t know it’s you cuz i don’t like you on the docks, joja beer in hand and legs tangling over the water

it’s just us, after the dance if the moonlight jellies is over

oh.. it’s you

i know you were here first but whatever’s left of my pride tells me to sit down anyway

i just watch the remaining jellies in the water, the dock creaking ever so slightly under my weight over the sound of the waves