Tiny, moving lights in the sky,
and a static light inside my heart,
you held me against the car door
Arms wrapped defensively around my body,
your breath soft on my neck,
as we spoke stereotypically of parallel worlds,
in which we never met.
Your hands in my coat pockets,
I watched my breath form clouds as I spoke
of my world.
You said, ‘there’s a poem here’.
Our eyes bright with chemical highs,
we kissed under the moving stars
and you told me of other worlds,
and of the reality, where we lived happily ever after.