the days are getting longer now, and I can hear the burning roar; eating away at the boards beneath us, the flames turn strange colors in the night – and your shadow in the firelight is blinding. whoever said we won’t live forever? even spirits have nightmares now and then; you shade your eyes against the falling stars, and watching you, I realize – there won’t ever be another time like this. this bridge we stand hovers over a chasm of nothing, an empty void mistaken for hell; but my memories of that place still end in warmth, and the music behind us is unstoppable – so when we fall, how bad can it be? the heat around us grows in tandem and the stars, they start to dance; flickering with what-ifs and what-could-have-beens, your eyes reflect my past and future selves and our nightly tragedy becomes another chance – another chance to bravely fall, another chance to die; another chance to become immortal, another chance to rise.
For my friend, E. Happy birthday.