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Once More

Around midnight

I am transformed,

Halfway between

Delirium and

Delight.


The words pour,

Pen to paper,

Unbridled by the

Judgement

Of my nine to five.


The naysayer

On my shoulder

Down for the night,

I write

In free fall.

Ruminating,

Pontificating

On the memory of

You,

Of us,

Once more.


The ghost of your touch

Strumming on my skin.

The weight of your words

Melting the miles between

Then and now.


In the haze

We come alive,

Pirouetting through our past,

And grasping at our longing,

Once more.


But the symphony fades

As the weariness

Takes over


And


Alone,

I sleep with you,

Beside me

On the page.



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