Not a Love Poem
Hey, I wrote you something.
Remember the time when nights lasted forever?

The moonlit blanket of stars
Artificial glows in the busy streets
A sea of familiar, unfriendly faces
And the way they all serpentined
Shrunk, and disappeared
The crunch of concrete against flimsy footwear
Singing along to the wind kissing our cheeks
All witnesses to the crooked late night walks
We never thought we’d look back on

Fading moments when glances seemed to linger
In eyes shut, bodies submerged in feverish passion
Brutal honesty that came with the overload of dopamine
Norepinephrine, oxytocin, endorphin
Of not thinking straight; of only thinking of you
Of me, tracing the way your lips move
To the subconscious lies, unkept promises
Into such pretty shapes for such ugly truths

Cards laid out, unclad
Walls down, every inch illuminated —
Entwined in a melody of ripples, waves,
And swells —
Exploding into psychedelic colors
All at once, fading into black
Then gold, a somber amber
Against a solitary silhouette

If I had to choose between clarity or chaos
You know exactly which one I’d pick.

Remember the time when nights lasted forever?
Now there’s nothing but countless days.

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