it’s 3am on a quiet residential street
people have either left
or passed out

that was fun
she says
to dim yellow lights
and empty cups

a sofa here
to cuddle with
a painting there
to describe her dreams to

it’s a comforting place
small
but enough

all the things she could do here
let her hair chase her face
to the tune
as the world outside
is lit on fire

dream of love found
and friends made
of laughs that make you cry
and moments
that touch life

she wipes her lipstick on a paper
lets her hair loose
abandons her shoes

and you can hear the music
getting louder and louder
on the street