The Bubble Must Pop

I got that feeling you were mine, then you said the bubble must pop
I'm glad you swapped your shift but wish our time didn't have to stop

only one moment with Stars, in an evening all too quick ending
still so much in my head and yours, so many thoughts left unattended

did I dream of you and I like this or was it always something pending
no matter, it still unfolded and I'm sure you got the message I was sending

over coffee now after dropping you home I sit; tending thoughts and smoking
going over and again everything said and done, filled with wonder and growing alone