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 ‘n’ 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.