One of Those Nights


He remembers that day-
when his words wouldn’t come easily.

She waited for a specific illusion,
but it never visited her,
never sent her an invitation.

Useless time slipped by quickly,
they drank the romantic scorn,
and held onto it, for a while.

They knew.
They had to keep all the rules,
written before, but
forgot them again, and
again,

and they turned their beautiful night
into the worst of moments.

I know.
I never even tried to understand them,

And the only thing I remember from that day is that
the night was better than
the dark daylight.