Late

Late, at night

I listen for your breath

the quiet ticking of your life

 

Late, at night

you stretch and your hand

brushes mine with static lightning

 

Late, at night

missing our youth

looking but not touching

unable to act

the moon blares in

sands the edges

fills the voids

soft, soft focused memories

I won’t risk waking.

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