The night
is heavy
in here
and yet
it is
not even
4:00 p.m.
it seems
as it
often does
to overstep
its boundaries
and I
tongue tied
and disengaged
am given
to wondering
do I
launch myself
head first
into a
liar's world
or do
I maintain
the perfect
solemn silence
of an
unexpressed wish
all this
to say
that when
you are
not here
I am
a timekeeper
a ghostwriter
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