That night we danced till 12
Strangers on planes
Layovers and airport gates
Awkward moves and aching limbs.
I thought we dropped together-
Because we were
Unsynchronized symphonies of
An out of tune piano.
I remember fortnights and study groups
Where we danced blues.
Cravings
For constellations at our feet
And cheap sunglasses.
I killed myself in Frisbee.
I survived.
Did we though?
Paddling through
Murky waters of bounded love
Across oblivions
We told tales of lost homelands.
I watched the sun set
Over the river rolling south
Watched you and I
Become louder than
Ink or tears or death.