goodnight

When I tell you goodnight

I mean it in a way, not just

rest tight, but may your soul

be calm and gentle to you

it’s midnight and I am

anything but rested and

I wonder if you are sleeping

or wide awake just like me

my incoherent 2am poems

they are not poems

they are the cries of my

heart and soul because

I do think about you

you know nothing.

and it’s fine.

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goodnight.

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