Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Slipping Nights


As the night comes,
I stare at the mirror
Searching for your face
My hands open the windows
Feeling for your breath
My eyes pierce the darkness
Looking for your smile
My feet move to the door
Waiting for your footsteps
My palm sticks to my chest
Counting your heartbeats
My ears avoid the ticking clock
And I try to hold the slipping nights.



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