kitchen conversations at 1 AM

the world gets dark for everybody.

i’ve been realizing that these past couple of nights,

walking across the football field, 

getting into the car,

on the way home.

but since you entered my life,

just this wednesday,

and we’ve been talking and laughing

in the bright kitchen,

sharing apples past midnight,

like we’re not tired of the world,

i realized that i was wrong.

for some people, the lights stay on.