I miss the way
The night goes

mindless conversations
(the important, mindless conversations)
the rise,
the firecracker hour,
then the fall.

How everyone spreads like seeds
Clinging desperately
In those last moments
Skeletal,
Fragmented

We used to walk
Arm in arm
On those nights
Back to my apartment
stumbling over the uneven pavement
the crooked sidewalks
and stubborn blacktop

We never clung to the wreckage
(never needed to)
like the others
Because we had each other