Slapped on. Pajamas.
Cold roof. Rising moon.
Neighbors drinking something in blue plastic cups.
Laughter.
I'm laughing. I'm on the floor in tears.
But you don't think its funny.
The night has aged.
It's a new day...
But you are treating it like yesterday.
I'm your best friend,
but you don't seem to think so.
You walk away into the aging day.
I say goodnight and drive away.