Back home,
I feel like a stranger
in this familiar place.
Messy,
I try to find a space
to rest my head,
which has a mind of its own these days.
I close my eyes
Faint images started to unreel
I gazed in to the night that time stood still.
1.38am so little time.
Moon at its peak and showering its light
we arrived,
high energy to keep company
mindful social distancing
we barely touched
guilty circumstances prevail
I step in with happy smoke,
I exhale deliberately
Into her lungs
as she collected the molecules of smoke.
She smiled,
eyes never lie they say.
who are they?
I wonder.
as I did it again,
This time I was flying high.
2.12am is it time to go?
we still kept a foot a part.
She only answers questions.
its never the other way around.
the time slowly leaked with desperate songs.
2.42am we are still here,
empty cigarette pack,
empty shot glass
so time to eat some barbeque chicken,
yes that's it!
hush now its a secret code!
2.56am I exhale valiantly
to no avail.
We have to depart
no more time left
We are certainly good at breaking boundaries
and building them right back up.
we still remain.
I have no clue why.
3.08am its a 6 period day, she said.
hurried pleasantries
we bid good night,
strangers back again.
I had no idea what I was looking for,
dazed and confused
I make my return.
Mind is filled,
big empty
under the shocking realization,
that I'm all alone this time.
6.25am - emptiness is deafening.
