Looking up from my desk at midnight

Out the dreary January windows

I can see your light is on,

Are you awake?

And of course my mind will wander

Where it’s forbidden

Maybe something will change?

Maybe you,

Maybe me?

No…

Still, as I shake my head, my mind tends to wander:

What can happen late in this midnight air,

What are you thinking,

And why do you stare?

 

 

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