2 am.

A night drive with him seems a good idea.
For I crave a little night adventure. 

It was only on that night of where our dreams collide. A spontaneous adventure for a meet until dawn arisen and "Goodbye" he ought to bid. Why do I remember in every detail? From the tone of his laughter to the sly smile he donned after, wishing I could live the night forever. From the light in his cigarette to the trail of our long ride and the wheels were spinning as they glide, to the dull conversation we never have to hide. And in that moment, I felt so as I saw --in his eyes of such hopes were shining, bewildered me as he gave that one last look, no longer there was a heartbeat, away he took.