Sunday, August 15, 2021

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in the quiet and the dark
when I'm the last one awake
could be beautiful or be hard,
could go either way...

I could love the silence
like the world is mine alone,
have the place to myself
and nothing to atone...

or...

I could feel the emptiness
writing heavily upon my soul,
distraught in my aloneness
unheld, unloved, unwhole...

tonight it's the former,
I'm revelling in the peace
of settling down for the night
with everything that I need. 

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