bled through every pore.
Time's quiet ripples slowed to allow small talk.
Every supposed emotion parted to let true existance be.
I crawled into the immense almond-shaped hallways,
and laid there till dawn.
Bathing in the lonely dreamers and forgotten soles.
When the lights and stale smoke cleared,
You were still there, breathing.
Pangs of old friendship make my fingers tremble,
(almost spilling my glass of warm water.)
My face is so nervous that it is pink with embarrassment.
Trying to stay calm, but little mistakes keep slipping through the cracks.
Wanting this moment to end,
Yet wishing it would last forever.
Small talk dies loudly,
withering on the table and ending in the coffee.
Time gets bored and pushes onward,
While we are left disgarded and vulnerable.
The night I thought to be so useless,
Ended in true understanding.
