Until next time

At two thirty in the night

I’m not sure how to get home,

so I’m outside your apartment.

I went for the double beer tour.

And then a few more.

All these years, when you lived

in the parallel world,

So much near but just not close

I got better at drinking

than stopping.

While the emptiness got better

 at being heavy.

So you come down

straight through the window.

Unnoticed, but like that necessary air

I don’t know

how you get inside my lungs,

and replace every corner of it

with your breath,

as if you are the only thing

it needed.

From every angle I look drunk

And you come looking a lot like fun.

Drunk fun is so much better

As no one seems to care,

the trees, the streetlights,

the pavement, the sleeping dogs,

the gates and the gate keepers,

except you,

who keep it a goodnight

until the yawning era.

Because otherwise

it might mean some falling

And you care

how I am afraid of heights.