sitting in a bar that looks like a vacant apartment
drinking gin and tonics and cheap beer
dancing to blues and soul on an empty dance floor
tangled tresses blow across our glistening faces
we laugh and ride home together
a series of blinking lights, red and white
our voices echoing through the empty 4am streets
the gravel becomes an iridescent river of pebbles
our shadows take turns leading the pack
i climb the three flights of stairs to my silent apartment
crossing the 15 foot stretch of creaky wooden planks to my bed
i crawl under the sheets in my dress, sweaty and tired
and dream of long days and unexpected nights
as birds chirp outside my window
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