It’s 11:57 on a Sunday night
Brunette hair
Sharing a bed with me
Where did it go
Hide and seek with time

Barely a second ago it was 11:56
Must’ve blinked
Time can skip
like
a
record
When you’re not paying attention
11:59
****, it’s almost tomorrow
A new day
And they say,
With each new day hope is restored

12:00
Yeah, no way
The sun will come up again
But everyone remembers yesterday
Hope isn’t restored
Everyone remembers my ****

I long for a time
12:00
On a Saturday
And nobody knows
Where I’m at