If we meet again tonight,
i choose not to recognize your familiar embrace.
I will pretend that we do not meet and spend countless hours
beneath an omniscient and mercurial moon
together.
I will not speak your name aloud or
whisper of a quiet desperation for
sleeping and the peace it brings.
You seem to find me a familiar plaything
and you are a habit
I am powerless to break.
Words in the wind that blow in the eloquent tones of a sleepless night of poetic energy. Well done my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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