seems as though
he has written so much
that he couldn’t
possibly have anything
left to say
still awe struck
as he looks into
the night’s eyes
he notices that the words
keep coming
as if someone stays up late
preparing all the thoughts
and soon they erupt
through the pen to page
seems as though
no one will understand
this ramble as it extends
out like a stretch of highway
with no bend in sight
and no destination
no matter what they say
with words wailing and
wind whipping
still wondering when
the night might
hold him close again…
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