Patio Furniture

We’ve sat here a million times,
talking endlessly,
’bout things we’ll do,
how theres always something new

Thousand cigarette butts
keep us company,
crystal neon streetnight,
our starlit ocean shining bright.

Hundred empty bottles,
never bothered to clear away,
glinting silver bottle caps
Sparkling littered collapse.

Ten minutes seemed like days,
forgotten dreamlike haze
alcohol to sober us,
day to sleep, ease us.

One, just us, in the end,
when piercing sunlight comes,
Jumps upon us, fire alight,
We go in peace, with the night.