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Monday, September 22, 2008 (edited)
night rhythm
it seems
there's another life somewhere
his name whispers in my mind
and sometimes on my lips
in those fleeting nighttime moments
between
neither sleeping, nor awake
it is a sterile, empty, lonely word
spoken by some recessed memory
and yet it haunts
nearly every
every night
where and when
was this repetitive, beating silence
etched?
that night…
it seems
there's another life somewhere
his name whispers in my mind
and sometimes on my lips
in those fleeting nighttime moments
between
neither sleeping, nor awake
it is a sterile, empty, lonely word
spoken by some recessed memory
and yet it haunts
nearly every
every night
where and when
was this repetitive, beating silence
etched?
that night…
Published 15th Jan 2025
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