poetry and story innFridays Merry Christmas Special
The light beside your name is on,
And I’ve been informed,
Without asking,
That you’re awake.
It’s a quarter past two,
And I’m tossing around,
Creating animals without names
In the shadows, in the dark.
The light beside your name is on,
And I brushed it aside,
But now my fingers
Have brought the light to my eyes
And I can’t hear my breaths.
You seldom let the light on
But it’s a quarter past two
And the light beside your name is on
And even though I don’t care to know,
My heart deceives me
As it asks,
“Who?”
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