It was just before midnight,
and we were waiting for time to begin again,
I was grateful, at last for my grey hairs,
the way they signalled my growth,
my commitment to keeping a promise to the miserable girl I met in the mirror months back,
and all of the dreams that she had.
You kept me in a kiss for a moment or two,
drawing our lives on my back with your fingertips as I fall from grace,
another drag on a cigarette, out your bedroom window.
I never hit the ground.
I just fly,
grey fireworks in my ebony sky,
and your kiss, still soaring from inside me.
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