At midnight, the perfect time
To look into the basin and wonder how it all changed.
I wish the secrets I hold behind my back weren't so difficult to carry
But part of me thinks that were they easier in the light, I'd miss something important while I memorised myself.
To be honest, I don't think I'll ever really know you again.
We just drifted; was that all it was?
Not sure how long I can stand these thoughts
Of you - so much older now;
We were inseparable once.
But I've moved on, just enough.
Even if I still feel stuck inside those thoughtful words we spoke.
The promises we made of eternity
Compared endlessly to the things we long for now; alone.
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
I write poetry, so subscribe for a hint of vulnerability, some honesty and the occasional glimpse behind my mask π±
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The Light Turns
It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
By John R. Godwinabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
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