'Rivers'

I remember punctuating the night
with heartfelt goodbyes, farewells
with breath reeking of wine and cigarettes.
Earlier, I had tried to craft conversations
but lost my way with you beside me
whispering questions into my ear.
You were very beautiful.
If only you could have read it in my eyes,
when I couldn't put it into words
and prematurely said goodnight instead.
I had wanted so much for us to stay.
The roads back home were rivers
where the night unfolded in my mind.
I had to ask if you had reached home safely.
Perhaps you knew all along,
with that smile, which was an answer
falling through my fallen form.