We talk about a lot of stuff at 1 AM
About cashews, and trident gum,
Melatonin pills, cheap thrills,
The shallow hills of kids like us.
How I biked away from my house, or
how you drove in circles
to meet me at the library
Because the wrong direction, at the time
seemed right. I told you “yeah, it’s on the way”
but you knew something was off
We talked about how you slept
on the beanbags, how you blushed
and became upset when I told you
how very much you meant.
I made you smile
Looking like a fool
Wishing for me
But then again,
I never got the chance,
Out of cowardice, perhaps, when you walked
To your small red car.
So much depends on a small red car.
We hugged and you sheepishly walked away.
Something rested on the edge of my lips;
You seemed like you were so close, and yet so far.
