the city lights below
the almost stars
hanging high over the bridge
across the bay
we rode the trolley
across town
thigh to thigh
on the hard wooden seats
searching for constellations
you slid a bit closer
your eyes clouding
when I kissed your hair
blueshift tells me
every day the
Andromeda galaxy
is moving towards us
but you pulled the cord
at the next stop
the light stretching, redshift,
as you walked away