I wanted to write of midnight and the passing of time.

I wanted to tell you of a kiss that was both incoming and outgoing.

A kiss that was a first and the sadness in the eyes of the one who gave it.

“You were my first midnight kiss,” I said smiling.

“I’m sorry, ” he replied as he kissed me again

And suddenly my midnight kiss was bittersweet and painful. And I stood there quietly listening to the pulsing of my heartbeat in my ears and the explosion of fireworks in the night sky.

“Don’t be sad for me.” I whispered. “Just let me enjoy this moment.”