The night is young

It’s 10 p.m., I’m in bed
watching reels, and I’m bored.
Then the friends texted me,
“Let’s go for a walk,” and I said yes.

Now it’s 2:30 a.m., we’re still
roaming the streets,
Endless conversations
about nothing,
and everything under the sun.
The talks that make time feel unreal.

It’s hard to say goodbye
when we’re having
chocolate ice cream at midnight,
and laughing loud in the
yellow lighted roads.

We keep walking, still talking,
as someone says,
“The night is young,
and we have miles to go
before we sleep.”