I saw your hand
reach for mine
in the back of the car
on a late night ride
elation consumed my head, and
crushing disappointment followed
when I opened my eyes
to the ceiling
of my bedroom

I thought about you
and I texted you
the floodgates gave way
and I knew right then
I was letting go
and giving up
for just one night I could cry
again.

a rush of wind,
gazing at stars high above
chemical substances just don't cut it for me
the thrill of secrets at 2am
is enough to send shivers down my spine.

I stand in front of this mirror;
your thoughts, on the other side.
it's not just any mirror, no,
it's clouded and unrefined.

I try to wipe away confusion,
but all my efforts go to waste.
for when I've thought "I'm nearly done!"
the fog is soon replaced.

what are you thinking, over there?
I'd surely love to know
"not today" he sweetly said
"for I have got to go."