Milkshakes at Midnight
Lock slowly turned, then door shut tight
No knocks to my mendacious light
Adventure sought was not inside
But beckoned where the road reside
How silent, tranquil, was the night
While waiting for that fated sight
Her company drew me from home
Our word was heard by us alone
Delectable dessert, so sweet
Was simply snack, her voice the treat
If sleep be death, and dawn be birth
Then she and I were all of Earth.
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For Talia, and that magical night we snuck out to get milkshakes.