We wait in front of
The night time window
To see our reflections
Night time friendships
Perhaps we eat
A little bit of dinner
We don't remember
Alice has juice
It keeps her young
We are waiting
Always waiting
For the next sublime moment
For the next potion
That will knock us out
We toss and turn
Unable to sit still
Perhaps if we retrace our steps
We will know where our friendship
Began
But we are running out of time
Wishing for the future to come
And the past to be forgotten
Such a terrible fright
This act of living
I wish it was a story
Me too
She replies
Except mine is more fun
Please don't leave me Alice
It feels sometimes
That our friendship has only begun.
