We watch the parade from under the bridge where we meet after work. We hold hands and forget where we are, but it’s okay, because this will last forever. I’ll make sure it does. Maybe one day I’ll paint it, or put it down into words. Don’t you worry. All things glow. All moments sing. So yeah, by the bridge. By the bars with the neon signs that flicker like our hearts. A cigarette and then a kiss. The lights of passing vehicles, and then they disappear. The world fades and comes back again and when I hold your face life feels good and even though we’re poor it doesn’t mean a thing. We make the rules. We age only if we want to. There are no full stops. No endings whatsoever. So when I look you in the eye and tell you that you’re my girl, this is how it will always be. The hangover will never come, nor will the morning after. I told you, it’s this moment right now, stretched to the end of time. Others don’t believe us, but when I’m such a fool for you, how can you not help but smile while biting my lips? The taste of blood on your tongue. The hairs of my beard scratching your neck. And then comes the rain that flattens our hair as the parade snakes its way through the streets. These streets that lead only here. So many faces. So many voices that drift from afar. And here we are, here we will always be, haunting each other like the damned lovers we are. Together and apart. Soaked to the bone and arm in arm. This kiss. This kiss that will exist when everyone else will have turned to dust.