Sitting in the parking lot,
2am,
My breath steam, yours smoke.
We talk circuitous routes
Finding ourselves standing
In front of facades slowly falling apart.
Not sure what we’re looking for
Stare up at the sky
Finding flashing signal lights from a plane
Stars drowned out
Bathed in streetlight as we sit on concrete slabs.
Stragglers heading home.
Cars a reminder
Headlights and exhaust pipes,
A long walk home.
Not a short goodbye,
Though it feels almost fleeting.
The ball of my foot snuffs out a cigarette
As I watch you leave,
Hop in your car and drive off.
I begin my ascent in the dark,
back to my room
Still 2 days from home.