In this quiet hour
of midnights reprieve
high above the streets
the noise of the city fades.
Your soft lips
in the cool night air
remind me
of youth
and
possibility.
For these short hours
you are mine.
Coiled together in the dark
I should feel
alive.
Yet I cannot remember
your name
nor the fallacies spoken
that have led me here.
All I want
Is for you
to save me,
but I cannot
remember
your name.