The five of us

under the stars,

only our footsteps



we fade into the darkness,

under the shadow

of the trees.

There was laughter

between you and me.


There are lights.

Do I hear sighs?

This ain’t the last

but we don’t mind.


Conversations fill the gap,

and tunes float as we hum..


Then, maybe, it could really be that

there’s more to darkness than blank

when walking with friends.

Never mind the prank.


2 thoughts on “In-betweens

  1. You painted a picture, and I was there. There were enough gaps to make it into anything, adventure or melancholy or drunkenness (whether on alcohol or hormones). Fine work.

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