midnight in the piazza

circa august 2021

My biggest downfall was always going to be thinking that I knew it all.

It’s midnight and our legs are dancing over the ledge.

He tells me that heaven is paradise, and my water turns into wine.

I think it might have been the cigarette air and the mid-August heat.

It’s late summer in a crowded piazza,

The girls in slip dresses and the men dressed in linen.

I’m 28 and don’t know what home is,

but I feel like we’ve always been here.

He told me that I was always the happiest when I was lost.

And I wonder how many times I broke my own heart.

I think you’re mesmerized by things above us.

But don’t you think they know something we don’t?

Because I do.

I told him that I fell in love, for 24 hours, at least.

Can I tell you what I’m scared of?

We become blurry as the waiters stack the chairs and the cigarettes burn out.

The end of a good thing.

The strap of my dress starts to fall

I think home is dead, I tell him.

Ya, but baby, I don’t think we were ever supposed to find it all.