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Love Past Midnight

When I was past midnight,
I’m guessing you were a world away,
I’m not sure where, exactly,
Possibly the basin of a lake.

But there I was in a foreign state
Where, and you’ll find this strange,
They don’t believe in Daylight Savings.
(We love to save the light, oh we love it.)

Anyway. I was past midnight on a
Stretch of highway — I couldn’t even
See where I was going, couldn’t see
For the stars, for the night.

But, and maybe you won’t believe, but
I did close my eyes, I whispered,

“I lose seconds,
Thoughts,
Heartbeats,”

And I’m sure you could hear.

(rinabell) | Mar 19, 10