Out of breath
Out of the will to hold myself back
We all run to the car through the rain
A group of maybe five or six
All just background
We were the main characters that night

The lights from the streetlights
Casting shadows of raindrops on your face
Your hair slicked back
Soaked to the bone

The next day we both apologized
Although a distinct absence of regret
Because drunk words and actions
Are sober thoughts