and on.
midnight itself has come and gone.
tis true, twilight time has now all but won.
a time that reminds me of you.
but i am not going home. not yet. not now. not true.
diving in the deep: you breathe.
wandering in the dark: you glow.
“you’re so playful!”, she once told me.
“yes you, and you and you and you.
i love you.” to which i said, “i know”. 