Late at night, unable to sleep, the speaker imagines a person they haven't met yet. The time in the title, 12:04, sets the scene: it's the quiet hour when thoughts drift and loneliness or hope feels louder. Instead of remembering the past, the speaker looks ahead to "memories we haven't created yet," picturing them like seeds waiting to be planted and to bloom.
The details are guesses. Maybe this person has long, blonde hair, maybe green eyes that "sparkle like a gem." The trailing dots and the repeated "maybe" show the speaker is making it up as they go, and that gives the poem a shy, playful feel. The most tender moment is wondering how their own name will sound in this person's voice. The last line, "finally be the one for me," suggests they've waited a while. The mood is hopeful and dreamy, with a small ache of longing underneath.