We, the Starry-Eyed Escapists

The tips of our earbuds

Like closed-up flowers, echoing the melodies of drawn-out words

Connect, bone spurs on a spinal cord,

Pure and pearl-white in the midnight

Underneath the sun-bright lone street lamp on 4th Avenue

We listen to the songs we sang on the neon highways to the city

When we smiled like giddy dreamers

And sketched love hearts on the fog of the bus windows 

When it was cold outside.

The city has never been so beautiful,

Us, and the moon, and the constellations we etched

Moon-drunk, over our hearts, like a salute

To whoever we were.

We promised to be the same, always,

And the street light we laughed under

Witnessed our vows-

We, the starry-eyed escapists

Victims of the promises we made.