we sat on your roof engulfed in darkness
except for bright red cigarettes
burning holes in the silence
So we spoke when we could and we said what we wanted
maybe just you.
I had to watch the fireflies dance in halos round your hair
and they came so close to your lips and your face
jelousy takes over me now.
each step down to the fence
felt the gravel under your feet
into the soil
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