I agree with Rachel - you could drown in this. Who knew the morning after could be so sweetly beautiful. Pavement and all.
You reminded me of a poem I wrote for a girl 7 years ago. I was a new poet and she was only ever mine for a few sweet moments. I thought of it because you wrote it in dreamlike beauty and all I had were the facts I was so desperately trying to grasp. It's almost the complete opposite of your poem, but the same moment. I'm not trolling but if you want to read it, it's here (and remember - it's 7 years old and I'd only been writing poetry for a year then):
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