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It’s still warm enough to sit out all night, watching strangers pass

Neon signs and string lights and metal chairs

In the street two drunk silhouettes dance

One more dance they say to each other, but as they dance

They sway and realize each has gravely, horribly wronged the other

I am pulled away before I learn what became of them

Markedly I find it harder to sleep again

It doesn’t matter if you’re here or not, though I am ever fond of your angles

I leave the hallway light on

Later, the book lamp by my computer too

I consider running away, as if distance might save me from myself

Might save us from ourselves

We will wander many places, you and I

Learn many songs

Tell many stories

We will prosper and make art of our lives

Cafes and dusty black boots and sunlight

And in the end, we will die, but

So you will never be alone

I will endeavor to die after you