I remember our first date is on Wednesday, 11 PM. Yup. One hour straight before the midnight.
It was an after rain. I can remember the glow on the pavement while we're riding to that coffee shop near the drive.
I remember what you wore that night, plain grey t-shirt, coffee stained made it marks. We didn't really talk, but when we got home, you told me that you would love to have another nights.
I don't quitely remember the days after that. Probably it tasted like home, like a quite feeling that I belong. Your blue plain t-shirt, laughs and three hours straight midnight talk.
Then its plain.
You said you couldn't stay here.
So, I nodded my head, didn't know what to said when your brain is loaded by nothing but pain
Then its plain
The person is gone,
The memories left gauge.