Another Rooftop

It was chillier.  The fireworks were still too far away.  Buildings sprouted sparkling, colored afros and I waited in a timewarp.  The moment was made of "only yesterday" mixed with "long ago" and a vague recollection of what went right because it's a whole f*cking year later.  I was in love.  Big, exploding love.  Now I'm out of it.  Mostly OK.  Floating into the night.  Aiming to land on another rooftop.  A little closer this time.