Midnight Wouldn't Be Enough

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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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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    That was lovely, even with the somewhat alcoholic touch to the story. No, really, I know it’s not alcoholic to have a few drinks. I just don’t drink, so it seems like a lot. I’m rambling. I liked this. ’Nuff said.

  2. Avatar Tezrak

    It really wasn’t a lot. It was, maybe, 3 beers over the course of 3 hours?

    We didn’t technically stay at the bar until 12 (we went for coffee around 11, stayed there till 1), but I felt it was much more, well, poetic, for lack of a better term.

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