These starry nights,
For as long as I remember,
Lying on our backs- you and I.
We have been around these faces peering in and out,
Of photo frames,
Like shooting stars that disappear,
Before you could get used to them.
And long enough we have danced to the songs,
That have been around us,
Swirling and swishing like skirts on a loop.
I know we have been around like travellers on a time lapse,
Moving too fast into doom,
Yet each day such an excruciatingly endless wait to it.