I was delirious and giddy,
whirling about,
bathed in the pink-yellow
light of the parking lot.
The cobalt sky hugged the horizon
gently, lightening as it approached
the city, so as not to crush
the life out of the skyline and those
living exuberantly beneath it.
The night was clear, and the stars
and Venus shone down on the
bittersweet finality of our small gathering.
So much love filled our hearts
that it could not be contained,
instead it pushed out through our lungs
and vibrated through the thick, humid air,
electric with a celestial buzz,
winding cords of hope all around us.
Our dresses swished gleefully against
our strong, sensible legs and
the lights in the sky
mimicked the glow sticks that marked
our feet and hands, reflecting neon
off our bodies with blooms of dye
in our joyful dance.
Our music played loud,
and our voices joined the tinny
timbre of the speaker in my phone
as the smell of tobacco still hung in the air,
lingering from a squashed cigarette next to a nearby car.