we used to go back to your place at night and stand by the window, watching as the sky turned blueblackpurple a real rainbow the stars exploding and cows hopping
when the clock struck midnight but we were simply background characters, the story did not depend on us.
back when the train never stopped and we never stopped
and we would drive fast cars draw on walls beat the pavement with our feet as we ran royalty of the night our crowns made of street lamps.
when the midnight wolves howled and the midnight children howled we stomped our feet and howled like the animals we were
and it was beautiful and we were beautiful
our bodies made of light
but now the magic is over the illusion that we could ever be more than we were is gone