how special i feel when it's not even my day

when i'm wearing a little bit of black

and you startle me in an all red

i didn't waste my day with you

only by the night

when the recesses come

when it's just the both of us 

and our very mundane activities

you break the bubble of my self-absorption

and breathe the zest and encapsulate me in a new energy

one that is so out there

one that seems so old and wise yet still so youthful

this was a night

i would call in the future

those were the days