I told myself that I’d go to bed early tonight,
after I did my homework and brushed my teeth.
I’d let myself read a bit,
and I would get some sleep.
But then I started to talk to you.
And we laugh as we looked at old pictures,
and the memories that go with them.
You made plans that we both knew
would never actually happen.

But at 11:52 on a Monday night in January,
when there is snow on the ground,
my eyelids are heavy,
and you are lying in bed, it didn’t matter.
We could be as unrealistic as we wanted.
I asked you questions,
and you’re answers made me laugh.
You were never one to be serious.

But I was slightly irritated,
because I wanted a peek at your limitless mind.
But you kept joking,
so I decided not to care,
because at least I was talking to you.
You told me your plans for the future,
but how sad you were.
But whenever I asked,
you told me you were joking.
I knew you weren’t.

I wanted to ask more,
but didn’t want to impose.
So I thought I’d let it go.
But I hope you’re really happy.
I hope you’re not sad,
like I know you lied.
Because I’ve met a lot of people in my life,
and I’ve known a lot of personalities.
And of them all,
I think yours deserves happiness more than any other.

I think that you deserve to be happy.
As happy as you made me
that one monday night in January at 2am
when there was snow on the ground
and my eyelids were heavy,
and you were lying in bed.