in this city of never-quite-dark,
night has fallen,
but my mind will not rest.
slipping not into sleep,
returning instead to that night.
that night.
again.
it fills my thoughts too often,
spilled water,
whispered words,
light kisses,
too-tight hugs,
reddened eyes,
six escalators past security,
and time to board.
that night -
so sure i was doing the right thing,
it had to be right,
it had been right,
how couldn't it be?
- shattering my own heart
and some others.
tear-streaked journal pages,
that catch in my throat,
a punch to the gut,
so much was lost,
like sand thrown into the wind -
i live with few regrets,
but,
that night
cannot be reclaimed.
.
a year has passed
and more,
yet still
that night
haunts my nights.
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