pieces of paper

we are
the chemistry
of lips against liquor
only touching
then moving away
until hearts part ways
with hurt
and introduce themselves
to strangers

we are
the shine
and knowledge of light
but without
absence of darkness
it is the night
that begins to
forget and remembers
the sun

we are
a piece
of paper tucked away
left there
to be found
at a later date
a tiny note
meant to be
a reminder