Sapphire equinox

The night comes back in flashes, As I look for the pieces, Buried somewhere in these ashes. So what changed that one time? We were an acquiescent class Where talking was a crime. Maybe we had too much to drink, A mess and an introvert We simply forgot to think. Did I say something senseless? I don’t remember much except Your hand under my dress. Oh what I wouldn’t give To rewind time To remember what I did with you And how it felt to look at that azure blue