2,3,
We're carrying out conversation like we always do, useless information you will remember forever while I fail to recall it the following night.
7,8,
Standing a foot a part.
11,12,
We're almost there, this is where the night ends, so I lean into your chest knowing your arms will take me in, pressing me tight.
14,15,
I stand on my toes and lean my head back, and you dip yours.
17,18
The door encasing us slides open and like always, you're reluctant to release my hand, but I step to the other side anyway, smiling, waving,
and the door slides in place once more, always making me wish I have held you a little longer.
xx 1:09 a.m.