Perspective

Same night
Same seat
Oliver and I
Different cigarettes
Longer hair
More stars
Less sleep
Bat wings across the moon
Steady hands
Foggy memory
Deteriorating vision
High school sing-alongs
Certain heart
Flailing feelings
Scars
Bare feet on cement

Someone remind me of tonight.
The night I said things have been getting better, long before I knew what better was.