From a stranger,
To someone I can't stop thinking about.
I watched you turn into a friend,
While the clock ticks at twelve.
The nights turned us,
To strangers who happened,
To have just met.
(But no),
We never met.
We don't have a clue,
About a thing or two.

Night falls,
Crashing down around me and you.
Carrying out an unnecessary unromantic subplot,
Figuring things into this dim lighted screen on my hand.

to be continued.