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Midnight Wouldn't Be Enough

We talked until midnight
Opened an empty bar
We shared our lives
Over a worn wooden table
And pints.

We talked, and shared
And sat together in that empty bar
You said that we’d go
Once we ran out of things
To talk about.
And while we had plenty,
I knew that midnight
Wouldn’t be enough.

Because even when we ran out
Of things to talk about,
I knew that I could just sit with you—
No words passing between us—
And it would be fine.

I also knew
That if we could do this again
(And oh, did I so much want
To do this again)
Then even if we had nothing to talk about
Midnight still wouldn’t be enough.

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