streets

our eyes were the sound the sirens make.

this

the credits are still rolling from the graffiti movie we watched tonight and i am asleep. 

i don't think you loved it, but you're still here with me -

my room glowing blue from the screen making my hair a slightly less harsh shade of red and you are so beautiful lying there next to me. 

i am asleep, but i can see from above, from the world where dreams meet our real selves, that you are awake - taking in every moment, every detail, every breath with care. 

you want to absorb everything about this moment - our moment - so you can go home and write all that you remember. 

so you can paint the details on the walls around your heart.

will you write that i held you as if i'd never see you again?

or that tangling ourselves at the piano is becoming a habit? one i never want to break.

will you write that i think you're wonderful?

or that you have the voice of an angel? the kind that can penetrate anyone wherever they are in their lives.

will you write that i ache to see you again?

or that i think of you always?

i hope you will.

will you write that as i lay here asleep, with you awake next to me, you can feel my heart beating against yours?

pounding against its walls and trying to break free at all costs,

just so it can have one more dance with yours tonight?

i hope you will.

will you write that this time you don't want to kiss my sleeping eyes goodnight?

or that you won't?

i hope you will.