we’re all alone in this room where all i see are bunch of cds lined up to be burned and name of patients that i profoundly remember.

it’s 12 midnight
and it’s your playlist i hear and your calm voice.
you play a song i have listened to when i was young- i’m not sure of it yet but good god, why do you never tremble when you speak?

it’s 12 midnight
and i adore you from this view- right in front of me with your slicked back hair and black eyeglasses that makes me want you more.
i can’t get enough of this view since i unexpectedly saw you after five years on a hazy monday inside an overcrowded room.
that’s where i found you.
that’s when i found serendipity.

it’s 12 midnight
and it’s the time when i wish some nights could stay the way they are a little bit longer because i don’t want to leave. not yet.

it’s 12 midnight
i think i’ve already asked you a million questions.

but now that it’s past 12 midnight,
i’m too afraid to ask you a million and one.

can we stay like this for quite awhile?