lucky

it's been nice.

the first hours of the morning greet with wild city lights.

my forehead is leaning against the cool glass of a taxi window.

i smile to myself and think about winter-girl, and unicorn-boy

and how they've enticed me more than anyone

simply because they never let me have them for myself.

congratulations. 

and then i think about how lucky i am

because i don't say 'i love you' to anyone before going to sleep

because there are no obligations

only art museums to visit and tea to drink.