Some Nights.

Some nights. When its late. And the cars run down the road. And the world slows. I can feel you in the air around me. Smell you (but I’ve forgotten now, all submerged beneath anger and doubt and the un-reality of it all).

Some nights when it is quiet and the moon is pondering and the stars are spreading.

The ache unfurls like a fist in my heart.

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