pink bricks.

I come to a house with pink bricks

night has already fallen

the stars shining brilliantly

above a flock of adolescents and a fire pit

there are sideways glances, as always

gleaming irises from the shadows

partially obscured by whisps of smoke

shining like the heavenly bodies themselves

and then I spot it

a wide smile and an open hand

and I go over to join her

beer in hand, heart in chest

we sit with her friends

we talk for some time about things

I occasionally look up to observe the infinite blackness

and smile when her laugh tugs me back to earth

I can tell she's still sad that I'm leaving

but she's hiding it well

because she knows even though I'm not leaving immediately

this is still some kind of goodbye

I tell her it's late and I should get going

she walks me to the front yard

both of us silent as graves

and we look into each other's eyes

she leans in for a soft kiss

I accept it and we embrace

the kiss is long and strong

I can tell she wants more

we both had something to drink

we both feel like we are one with the night

and each other

and my heart feels like it's going to burst

I pull away

she lets out a small gasp

like she's about to say something

but she remains silent as I walk down the street

I keep walking

looking up at the stars

and I know that I probably won't see her again

but she'll find someone else

she is one of many kisses I've had since I've left home