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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