We started out in pairs, jumping fences and critiquing our skill. It was still light out so we stirred and muttered about an eventfull future, sipping on mindless fluids. Eventually though after leaving behind the one he loved we made our way through silly games and verbal interpretations of our secret lives up until night swallowed us up. We could be rosey cheeked models under the dull tubelight on the pavement, swapping shoes, scarves and physical contact. While they snap away on their retired cameras. A perfect picture, a perfect sentence we have created with your lovely legs and his skinny wrists, we could all be more approachable if we tried hard enough. When the phone rang though we became almost identical to the ballroom people and spoke in hushed tones about vodka and car rides. Much later, when the storm passed and our eyelashes had stopped dripping with water we shook hands and spoke highly of days to come and intimate moments. On the ride to temporary fullfilment it rang and rang again, while i whispered of early morning meetings and the presence of your mother. When the neighbors and street lights had fallen asleep and the beverages were safely hidden, it became alright once more. We are ready we are ready for this ridiculous walk and we walked and walked and then stopped at your window while your shivered and shook at your basement door. A quick click a fast slip and we were off, humming death threats and beating fast inside a car which stood so long on your driveway under the moon. And now there was 4, so we downed all we could and said what should be said making promises and feeling paranoid. While we crawled of to sleep, you left asking for directions back and wishing youself a safe trip. So you drove away grinning while we yelled out goodbye. Under cool blue lights and a room filled with ghosts we awoke feeling cold and distraught.