Shaking your fist at me,
I hang my head which is too heavy:
Both of us are little sparks,
Soaring.
Both of us are hurtful,
Another entity.

Squeezing my shoulder
With your fingers,
Laughing and drinking your
Neon Gatorade,
We learn not to sleep:

At ten in the night I make
My ramen. I shake
Thinking about present aches,
Future days.

Your voice on the line,
Captured in a signal;
You leave. 
I follow.