I follow my instincts,

and wait for the clock to tick.

the courage to engulf,

a letter should say it.

twirling around in sheets,

you drop me a text to meet instantly.

It’s four in the morning

you had to accept it exists,

in the spontaneity.

Another tick on the list,

as it pours and lights go out,

we kiss like it’s the last time.

Unable to claim our love,

or part our ways,

making it a must.

I fail to take another picture of us,

though you stand beside,

at the brink of words.