Sunshine At Midnight Poem by Bethany Maxwell

The boy was a senior, she was a sophomore.
Who would've thought.

That time of year again,
You know the time.

Girls buying dresses anticipating the night,
We all know the one.

Guys deciding who to ask and how,
All putting on a show.

He was a senior, she was a sophomore,
Who would've thought.

The beginning of more,
You know how the story goes.

Hour after hour of conversation and flirting,
How it always is.

Looking for innocent romance,
You know the kind.

He was a senior, she was a sophomore,
Who would've thought.

Until it came close to the end of the year,
What a dreadful time.

And something happened then,
A story rather untold.

Still, friendship remained,
After time, that is.

He was a senior, she was a sophomore,
Who would've thought.

Slowly their friendship mended and built up again,
The way it usually won't.

Conversations begin again, endless nights of words,
Memories replaying.

Even now, after everything, his sunshine at midnight,
Always will be.

He was a senior, she was a sophomore,
Who would've thought.

Now he's off at college and occasionally they speak,
Reconnecting conversations.

In times of need the other is there,
What's more to expect?

Words of encouragement and listening ears,
How it should be.

He was a senior, she was a sophomore,
Who would've thought.

Brought together at a random point in time,
You know the time.

He changed her life, even if she didn't change his,
Who's to say?

He entered her life and will always be there,
Like people do.

She hopes he thinks of her, remembers her, thinks of her the same,
You know how it is.

She writes these words of truth and remembrance,
Forever his Sunshine at Midnight.