You reach for it, but it’s gone.
It wavers back and forth.
Your mind plays tricks.
Is it here or is it there?
When did you have it last?
I promise he says. I will come.
In a moment you waste realizing.
The lingering is in the time zone.
Awakened by darkness, the silent night speaks.
He is there.
The impossible love.
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