midnight and i'd like to see you

it's an hour there
and i would climb right out of my cozy bed
to drive across the night time
just to see you there
in the parking lot of the closed gas station
you know it's always yours
the asphalt never seems the same in daylight though
i never stop for gas if you're not waiting there
there's too much else
to do
but if i called you up
and you were wide awake
and if you answered me
i would go back out and i would try to see
if your mouth was still open and inviting me
so i could see
if i could take you with me
and you could write me music and i could sing
writing all the words out of my dreaming head
to shroud the pounding message that i want to send
that you my friend
are the one i want to draw inside my bed
i'd go to yours instead
if that would make it mine
if you would ask

olivia bitting 2001

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