A poem about wishing to understand the night before.
Kinda don’t know what to feel today.
Quite distant from others.
Thinking of the one
Who I never truly saw.
But last night was odd.
Seeing him again,
In the only way I ever
Really saw him.
But this time was different.
All the times before
There had been no end.
This time there was.
It makes me wonder
Is it time for his true leaving?
He’s been here even after passing.
I could always feel him.
But for the past two days
He’s been silent except in night.
But when night came
So would he.
It was a lot like the end time
For him in this life.
Silent by day
Telling by night.
But I wonder why,
Why the dream had an end.
Is it because it is getting close
To the end of his time here?
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