There is
nothing to do here, but wait
for the sun to
shine again,
so take
pleasure in the clutching leaves
lit from below
and how the wind
doesn’t catch
us here.
It’s better
than it was inside, right?
We’re not so
nervous now that a few stars
can prick the
gloaming sky, so
we can say
anything here
amid the
sounds of cars and fights
and parties
and no one will care.
Maybe you are
afraid of what we’ve done,
but it happens
all the time.
We slip out of
this world,
somewhere no
one is and pretend
things aren’t
the way that
they have
always been.
When the sun
comes up it will be
our secret,
but come this close to me,
talking of how
it should,
knowing this
shining of night
will have
nothing to do but wait
behind the
rusting day.
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