Parallel Lives

You put on your make-up.
I brush my hair.

You slip on some high-heels
I wear my chappals.

You check yourself out, make sure you're perfect
I grab a jacket, because I know I'll get cold.

You get to the car, turn on the radio to songs you don't recognise
I crank up the volume on old rock favourites, singing along at the top of my voice.

You enter a club, check for people you know
I talk with a friend as we drive to the top of a hill.

You're shouting over the music, trying to make conversation over your fifth drink
We sit with the headlights off, watching the city blink at us.

Your head is spinning as you take pictures with people you don't know
We talk of old times, good times, and laugh.

You crawl back into bed, not sure of how you got there
I lay awake, grateful for everything.

Only two years apart.
My life

Only two years apart.