the evening raced to midnight
now you sense each second pass
an awkward cough, an “i should go”
i goodbye on the grass

talelights fade behind the bend
you know this day is done
the lights are off, the door is locked
you don’t pick up the fun

it’s cluttered on the floor
like some old memory
you’ll clean up in the morning
for tonight just leave it be

lay your head down, drift to dream
stay anchored on the night
the words, the tone, the meaning
she will, she won’t …she might

did you make a fool of love
could see what you pretend
is this feeling finally real
or just another friend?