Conversing with The Night

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Well Hello Darling
she said,
in a voice she used just for him
It’s been a while,
I’m not sure exactly where to begin

The beginning,
he reminded her
seems the logical place to start
Annoyed with him, as usual
she told him to shut his mouth

I will do the talking
you may listen,
if you must
I’ll expect no comments
no cheering
nor other ludicrous stuff

And so it went
He sat in silence subdued
as she babbled on relentlessly
until the silence claimed
her too

All at once exhausted
she slept in humble repose
He covered her with warmth
then slipped away
within the shadows

He’ll be back tomorrow
and the very next tomorrow to come
He’ll be back
every tomorrow
between the setting
and rising of the sun

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3 thoughts on “Conversing with The Night

  1. Sometimes dreams are what make reality bearable. Not in a childish way, but in a “knowing what is possible” kind of way. Well said BB.
    “..tomorrow, the next tomorrow, every tomorrow…” that kills. 😉

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