it’s midnight.
you know how much i hate being alone.
it’s midnight and my eyes are puffy and red.
i cannot sleep now so i get up.
and at midnight i drive all the way to your house.
i slip in through the backdoor and climb the stairs.
when i get to the top, there you are. it’s as if you knew i’d come.
so at one a.m. i dive into the arms of the perfect person for me
and for that one night everything is just as it should be.
~k