Poem: Midnights

Cozy bedroom

And just an hour away

From midnight

A friend welcomed me

With some wine

Looks like a glass of rosé, I thought

"Your roommate's cheap-ass 

Screw-top rosé that's how," I thought

It's funny, in a funny way

This album I first brushed off

Now grows on me

Like a tree's roots that seemed trivial

But became the one thing

The only thing

To hold on to

"How's life," my friend asked

I wanted to say nothing

I ended up saying everything

"I know so much about her 

And I don't know

What to do with it now," I said

I was half afraid to be judged

For giving in to my heart

And not my head

"You really love her," my friend said

"I guess so," I replied

"And sometimes it becomes 

A part of you, that's what love is"

"I guess so"

"Wow, everybody's getting laid"

"There was no getting laid involved"

"Still"

"Still what"

"You were glowing"

Maybe I was

I think I really was