12:02

     and I was supposed to be home

     an hour ago.

 

But I'm still

folding paper cranes

and stealing

glances, 

and you've still got that smirk

that turns me upside down

if only to help me 

see things a little differently.

 

12:15

     and you were still holding

     my hand.

 

I couldn't force myself

to leave

because I could still feel the butterflies. 

 

12:33

     and you're still there 

     in my dream.

 

Pressed behind my eyelids

and still laughing 

even though 

the joke has passed.

 

1:07

     and I'm looking at the stars.

 

Crossing my heart

that I'll say somthing

other than small talk

and maybe even tell you

that your eyes shine brighter than the moon

when you smirk

and I'm still stealing 

glances.