I climbed up to your car, you're driving.
We went round and round with no destination in mind.
We talked about the revolution, the politics, the heavy and light stuff.
I kept asking you to check something up. You kept refusing to do so.
So I kissed you, on the cheek, multiple times.
Then we ate guava and drank starfruit juice, still in the car.
You dropped me off, no one was waiting for me.
You climbed out your car, looking at me, asking.
I said "they're gone."
We climbed up to your car again, and drove off, guava still in our hands.
Gosh, how dream can make your day. I think I might be fallin'.