2 A.M.
it's still here- the fragrance of your kiss
lingers in between the two o'clock morning minutes.
two people fight and love pours all over the street.
their hearts bleed, footsteps louder
than the wind below their feet.
two people cry and try
to mend so many broken pieces.
their clothes float effortlessly on top
of their glistening skins,
beneath this cloth is just pure wind.
and suddenly- no sound left.
two eyes might
as well be thy theft.
and suddenly- nothing more.
the night follows
their hollow soaring heartbeats.