I know you better

It’s dark out
And the sun’s still in the asphalt
We walk on it
With bare feet,
And step on small pebbles softly.

Cicadas make the silence ours.
We hold hands sometimes

It’s too late for
Lights in houses
But there’s a buzz of a street light
And we stand outside of it
In a tree’s shadow
Made by the moon.

We have our own shadows too,
And your skin has some hint of blue.

You say something quietly funny
As we walk up to your door,
And you say my name after your goodbye,
And I say yours after mine.

And I think how our names rhyme.

The ones we’re made for,

That’ll be revealed when it’s all over.

And how quiet darkness on that walk
Showed us each other.