meeting someone between the hours of 2am and 5am

is different to meeting them during the day.

 

you speak to them in hushed tones, share the moment with them,

the idea that you are the only people left on earth,

 

the only people special enough to be up at this time,

a time whenever everyone else is deep in slumber

 

and you are left to appreciate how the world keeps turning.

when you meet someone between the hours of 2am and 5am

 

the conversations are different, less regular.

you discuss all the things you could do, the reasons you are alive.

 

when i met you between the hours of 2am and 5am

we spent an hour talking about our dreams.

 

you told me you wanted to become a tree,

felled by the side of a country road,

 

obstructing the path of a million cars,

children crying in the backseats,

 

late for a party that they were never invited to.