an insomniac love story,
meetings in the dark,
only nighttime activities
never real meals only
midnight snacks and
2 am concoctions made from
whatever we can find, we'll
stay up and watch the sunrise,
seek fortunes in our tea leaves, we'll
tell each other stories in our
gravelly late-night voices, we'll
lie down and stare at the ceiling,
explore empty hallways and alleys,
discover the world hidden by cover of day, we'll
laugh too loudly,
think too deeply,
ignore the exhaustion in our bones.
we'll see everything in that way
brought on only by sleeplessness
holding gazes a little too long
reacting a little too slowly
learning to tiptoe and
whisper and
cover our tracks.
it's a certain kind of love story &
we're a certain kind of people, let's
rendezvous at midnight.
