Like a butterfly from a cocoon, this beautiful night rose out of wreckage.
Unassuming waves creeping closer, eavesdropping.
This is how heart problems begin.
One thought creates a thick air in between.
So close to being released from the confines of the mind and freed into open arms, but then pulled back in.
Seeming so near, then slipping away like the moon.
I hope you can read my eyes, yearning.
I wait for an oncoming utterance from you-- intercepted.
Words locked behind gorgeous crimson bars.
The key lost.
Don't worry, I can pick this lock.
Cracked, but there's no such thing as instant gratification.
None needed, I'm already elated.
Yellow signs and power lines are the only other witnesses to this exchange.
An unburdening of my soul, long-overdue.
Pulled over.
A moment of sheer indescribable emotion.
I want to live inside this feeling.
Joy has overtaken and steered home.
"You're all kinds of beautiful as you end my day..."
I predict no sleep with an empty space by my side.
I hope you can rest with a smile on your face now.
No longer looking forward to dreams since there's no way they could be better.
Good night. Sweet dreams.
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