It is calloused hands and crooked teeth 


Swollen pupils and lips and feet.


It is a broken heart and a bloody nose 


Screaming crowds and a silent woe.


It is awkward car sex and shitty pot 


Failed kickflips in empty parking lots. 


It is bare feet and blades of grass between toes  


A shattered glass of rum ā€˜nā€™ coke.


It is the rock in your throat and the seizing of time 


The ghost of a smile and the spilling of wine.


It is connected souls and a gaze returned  


A love spread in ashes before it ever could burn.


It is the thrill of night and the solace of day 


An excuse, a promise, an escape, replay.