THE MIDNIGHT DATE- 2

Do we all crave for that one person?

We don't wanna date but we want.

We’ll strive for them.

We’ll fight for them today.

Their absence will sink us in sorrow,

but we'll hardly care tomorrow.

But we still want them today.

To wake up to their 'Good morning' text

and sleep with their 'Good nights.'

To choose what photos to upload, 

to be the first one to comment and like.

That someone- we can just call and vent,

without having to fetch for a reason- decent.

Whose shoulder to cry isn't too hard to find.

Crappy jokes, roasts that won't offend.

 

Do we all crave for that one person?

We don't wanna date but we want.

Who got miraculous muscles to lift up our mood,

They hug us once, and it's all good.

And we want to hold their hand as we walk,

and sleep in their embrace-

the most heavenly place we could be in.

Hanging out together all the time,

while the world thinks we are dating

But we're not! 

But then something happens!

 

One night,

on one of those weekend rides.

The car breaks down, it's drizzling outside.

It’s getting chilly and the radio plays 'Perfect'.

We gather each other closer with no signs of regret.

First our eyes melt into each other,

then our bodies, then our lips.

Voyaging every inch of our arouse skin,

a goose bumpy trip of our fingertips

 

We are inseparable,

We merrily wonder the ineffable.

Can we call it a midnight date?

Chuck anyway it was time to go home.

The goose bumpy trip on each other

has already got us late.

We don't wanna go home

but we have to go, to meet again.

To rekindle what started that night,

 

"Text me when you reach, all right?"

 I glee but walk home in vain

 

Do we all crave for that one person?

We don't wanna date, but we want.

Petrified to commit, to lose that spark,

but a pleasurable mistake to embark.

 

"I reached ❤"  

 

The notification pinged

And before I could reply, they were still 'typing...'

 

"Hey, I wanted to tell you something from a very long time." 

 

I grow perturb, I grow scared.

For the three magical words,

I am unprepared.

Yet undeniably, my cheeks flush pink and red.

While they continue typing to what they said.

Those three words pop on the chat screen

and it is all done.

The last text ever from them says-

 

"I’m dating someone."