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that time of the night
when i miss it the most
(It's been that way forever
since way before it was ever
there
to miss.)

it's not about what it is about
(it's the one thing I'm sure about)
the softest touch, the airborne kiss
but perhaps it's not about them
things
amiss.

in the dark one hears
many things - queer and odd
desperate hisses, voices of gods
but perhaps the only thing
tonight
i miss
is the sound of a familiar heart
beating in peace.

One of those nights

One of those nights
Not your first and won't be the last
But for now, this particular one
Is over and done.

And you are breathing still.

So, sleep now little boy,
For another dream,
For what the day might bring