There is a time when the night
Calls for a little quiet so as
Not to disturb your neighbour.
My favourite people decided to
Return home before the night falls further,
And the night doesn’t quite
Seem right without them.
As we lie on the floor eyeing the ceiling,
I think back to the hours before,
To the bed conversations
And the calm under bedroom tables.
The late night called for fairy lights –
For a settled ambience
Where the halogen lights flicker off,
And the tungsten glow
Of scattered fireflies emits the warmth
Drowsy bodies cling to.
I can’t help but be stuck a little in the past,
Because the company I most enjoyed is gone,
But, that doesn’t mean
I’m not enjoying myself now.
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