Physics

.                                 The streetlights bow down
                                  Upon blocked vision over our
                                  Heads, pass the curves that used
                                  To be, fumbling for my front door key.
But my back's still pressed against the
   Lawn chair, the plastic ribbons still
         Fold under me, I'm still studying
                  The stars, searching for a
                    Party hat, the Mayflower
                                 And kite strings.
                                  You're walking me
                                  To my front door step.
  But I'm still in Physics at two o'clock
   Negative velocity still denotes more
             Speed, I'm still thickening my
           Mascara, before you drove me
                  Away, I'm still calling you
                       On your phone, asking
                            How was your day.
                                  I've said goodbye with a
                                  Loosely wound hug, a faltering wave.
                                         
                                               I'm tomorrow
                                               Frowning down on today.