The Bells

At 9pm,

The bells rang

And we glanced up

Admiring the stars

Wondering where we fit in.

At 10pm,

The bells rang

And you reached for my hand,

Nodding at each other

We knew.

At 11pm

The bells rang

We lay our heads on the grass

Curling our toes around the spears.

At midnight,

We were gone.

Possibly a part of the stars.

No longer tangible.

And still the bells rang.