The street reminded me of the night
When you, the other one, smiled
And called me an idiot until I kissed you
And it all went up and downhill from there
Locked above ground, hiding behind lattices
Cat's paws, curses, and Spanish wine
We talked of expiration and expatriation
And the first of many too long goodbyes
Both deluded that we were free
And now I pass the brick wall
That means you and your cigarettes
And it burns the truth hard in my head
That I am not now and maybe never ready
For what comes next
Because your mess matched my mess
And we could both stare
At each other's ugly bits
Without blinking