The starlight on this vodka, like sequins.
With the moon down, the air moved
as if its thinking,
as if it finally understand
how hard it is to feel at home in this world.
That night, she found a place just above your shoulder
and pressed her face there.
Your smile has called all the fireworks;
the sky no longer quiet,
sending her out of her body.
You turned to reach her mouth
while talking about former loves gone awry,
how the soul finally falls down
and gets up alone once more.
How delighted you are in finding her city unmarked.
You saying how it's not hard to wonder
who she had been - a story breaking so much into the next.
You whispering your engraved memories of hesitations,
but tonight you found yourself unafraid.
You humming how the wind told the trees about her hair, now short and brown.
How the cool dark turned around a long trembling first kiss.
Didnít it seem like you already loved her?