We were all there

In the same time and place

We weren't sure what it meant

Or what we were meaning to say

We were lost in empty outer space

But that was the beauty of it, I suppose

You spoke in tongues, I spoke in prose

We were friends, lovers, and strangers

Rearranged in and embraced by night

Everything had led up to that moment

That silent and drunken minute

And we lived in it

As we had the many before it

As well as those that had yet to pass

As many or as few as that might have been

All the shattered hearts and broken bones

Were uninvited and yet still expected

Unlike you, yet just like me

You were teaching, I was learning

How to be half-full and free

Like an optimist in a beer bottle

And the red fire still was burning

When we left the house at three

Full throttle, we wavered between

White lines in your green Jeep

That's all that I can remember

All that has survived my sleep

But I remember its glare today

Just as well as I will tomorrow

And in the years that will follow

As many or as few as that may be