last night in my town

it was nine in the evening, my father was already asleep. and despite being heard, i put on my favorite sweatshirt and sneaked. the streets were mostly deserted and chilly. knowing that you were waiting for me a few blocks away, i drove down the quiet lane. it was odd. i had never performed the action i did that night, but despite the sense of novelty, some doubt, and some dread, i knew i wanted it. i’m just eager to do everything for you, and when i saw your back patiently leaning toward the car i knew i’d be sitting in later, it proved it. as i took three steps to approach you, your eyes swept my entire body. i am aware since i was acting similarly. it never occurred to me to say this, but at that very moment, it seemed as though the rest of the world had vanished. there was just us two. simply put, i feel at ease with you. you claimed that while i forget about my difficulties, yours evanesced. it was merely an escapade for the two of us— like a borrowed time i’m willing to pay for. nevertheless, i went home smiling, inadvertently hearing the gate creak as you drove away. and confidently telling myself that it was enough, and yet i would do it again.