I don’t know who’s face
To picture in the
Midnight hours
Between thinking and sleeping
Longing and breathing
When the moment holds itself eclipse
We’re passing through
Just thoughts nailed to a door
That never gets shut
I don’t know who’s face
Just like I don’t know my own
I lay awake burning
The bridge as it gets built
Longing and breathing
Until sleep says hello
M.
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