what does everyone want to do
for their last night on earth
walk the high wire
bend over backwards
look up at the stars until they
start to look like every moment
of love you ever had burst through you
ring finger trace my lips
until I speak
the secrets I’ve always
wanted to tell
eyes magnetized to the skyline
something can save us
so we stay alive just a little bit longer
but I don’t quite know what that something is
at least we are here right now
look,
look how beautiful
Samantha Albala is a Boulder-based poet, gobbling up horizons and babbling about road trips, tea and anatomical hearts. See more writing at samanthaalbala.contently.com
