And, I’m missing you.

In the small hours of the evening
You can’t turn my way
And tell me you love me
Without giving yourself away
And I can’t hear words
That are laced in-genuine
They cut the air
They suffocate this chance
They knock me off balance
And remind me
It’s another opportunity to pass
When the wrong shadow
Walks by your side
You can sit and listen to the clicks
Until night glows divine
Until morning greets dawn
Until my heart can finally shine
Until tomorrow comes again
And innocence returns
As a welcomed friend
Alone or with another
It makes no matter to me
Truth chooses carefully
And somehow
Finds me
While I sift through
The words and whispers
Found in libraries
Found in quiet talks
Found in two
When the night is blue
And, I’m
Missing, you.
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