The clock struck midnight,
time to say goodbye.
Like Cinderella, she started to run,
chasing her ride as the night began.
And I wondered,
what could I say
to make her stay?
I asked if she’d like
to linger a while,
grab coffee or something,
anything to make her smile.
We sat on an old staircase,
talking of the past,
sharing moments and
memories that never last.
It felt like our conversation
would never end,
so much to confess,
so much left unexpressed,
while pretending we were just friends.
We talked, and talked,
and lost all sense of time,
until the clock struck six
in the evening light.