Perhaps right on the curbside of a road
A couple will kiss with disturbance
And destiny will suddenly separate them
Between 2 to 3 A.M.
Maybe the cold moon will uninvent them
And will only bring them shadows and nothing else
And in the exit, they will only find the entrance
To the night tunnel in front of them
Maybe then the faces will become distraught
Maybe after in gray and solitude
The daybreak will bring grief, maybe the clouds
Will stick their loins to the ground
Perhaps for not daring, no one deserves
What they've lived through. Perhaps dawn won't come.