i have spent this night,
some hours worth,
touching old words
brought new through
the passage of time,
hoping they will be met
as golden gifts
meant to move the mind
and the heart
i have spent this night,
mourning to the point
of exhaustion,
communing with buried
souls, since removed
from my reach,
longing for a soft touch
i have spent this night,
falling in love with the dark,
sobs turned to laughter,
echoing through my
vacancy
i have spent this night,
practicing smiling into the mirror,
wincing at the horrible countenance
staring back at me
glb /// “this night”
originally published 05/26/2019
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