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Past Midnight.

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Romney:
Past Midnight.


Through the open window
The night breeze, urgent now
Rippling, persuading
The lace curtains
To join the dance
~
She turns again
Blends the ticking clock
To the drip of a distant tap
Into an uneven beat
To fit the discords of memories
~
She reaches out
Fingers the empty pillow
Recalls the tangle of hair
The ghost face softened
By half light
~
Where do you rest tonight
My walk away darling
Does she trace the love lines
Down, down as I once did
Tell me lover
~
Into the small hours
Known well to the lonely
Passing headlights
Chase bedroom shadows
As she closes her eyes
and swallows the pain.

heartsongjt:
Could feel much emotion in your poem. Thank you, for sharing.

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