The clocks were counting down
10
9
8
7
All the way to 1
New Year's Eve
It was a matter of chance
Or was it?
You kissed me on the lips
It was just a peck
Near meaningless
But we were drunk.
Scratch that
i was drunk
You were too drunk
You said
just sit with me
And I did
Until you fell asleep
And I pretended
To not be that uncomfortable
Your body resting gently
Crushing the ever living hell out of my right arm
And I didn't mean to wake you
When I had to take my jacket off
I was hot but
I'm glad you woke up
Even for five minutes
Slightly smiling and very tired
I put my hands on your eyelids
And said
back to sleep
And that's just what we did
And it was great