It’s the fast paced, no breath, stuttering words,
of a story I’ve been dying to tell.
Or the half asleep, cloudy minded, philosophical outlook,
of an opinion I’ve kept to myself.
Pointless discussions about
cats vs. dogs,
Star Trek vs. Star Wars,
and books vs. movies.
Deep conversations of us
throwing around “What ifs” and “Should haves”.
Wondering why the world exists and what our part is in it.
Lost track of time,
hours and minutes ticking by,
us debating if it’s morning or still night.
My phone slips from my hands,
my head lolls forward, fighting off sleep
in order to keep us thinking about you and me.
It’s 6 a.m.
Tired “thank you’s”
and heavy eyes,
accompanied by small smiles.
It’s the murmurs of gratitude,
before I fall asleep.
Thankful that the thoughts in my head,
are no longer only mine to keep.