May 21

Twelve

Side by side with me
On a blanket beneath the stars
No moon around so they glow brighter than before
I miss our midnight chats
Our lively banter
Our minds connected 
But separated
By this small black rectangle
And miles
And feet
And meters
And people 
But when the clock strikes Twelve,
When Cinderella hurrys back to her carriage,
We come out to our keyboards,
Anticipating the fun that always follows,
We aren't good 
We aren't bad 
We be
Living under the stars
The night may be dark
And monsters might be roaming
But we don't need light
The monsters leave us alone
We don't need halos to be holy
We just need to be laying side by side on a blanket looking up at the stars