Day 433: The Significance of Saying Goodnight

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when that veil lays long upon your brow
and conceals
even your features to me;

when Mars lays low in the Western sky
and calls me too,
to dream,

i am glad that i said,
“goodnight,”

and gave a kiss upon that cheek,
the scruff and sweet,
that i can barely now recall.

 

you do not hear the words
though still they’re nightly uttered,

you do not see the light
through tinted windows shuttered,

but still,
i spoke them.

and still,
a lamp will burn.

i cannot follow where you go,
when slumber steers such singular courses
as our fates are,

 

and so much more,
i am glad i said,

“goodnight.”

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