Do you remember how

we were sitting on the roof

in the early morning.

How we'd been there all night, and how we saw

the sun come up, and

the sky turn pink

over sleeping houses and distant towers

like it would if this was our city

and you and I, just

two lone travellers

crossing paths.

Do you remember how

none of us said anything

until we climbed back in through your window

and you asked if I wanted to sleep in your bed.

Sure, I said.

The sun came up, and

we slept

next to each other

our naked feet touching.

Your hair just slightly

on my pillow.

Next to each other

in a good way.