we whisper through the living room
as we slink out the front door
the grass is damp with our sorrows
as the stars shine in comfort
the darkness blankets our worries
and I see the flash of your lighter
a cigarette fills your lungs yet clears your head
the yellow streetlamp exposes our faces and minds
"I'm sorry," you murmur as I watch your lips dance
"don't be," I hush
my nightly paranoia is overcome
"you're even beautiful under a streetlight"