Monday, November 22, 2021

before night ends

not all poems
are meant to be read,
or printed.
some
instead, are just thoughts
fallen
from the tip of your fingers,
or the point
of your pen.
a memory.
a pain,
a laugh.
it's all there waiting to
be on the page.
some
will stay
and have a second chance
at life
while others won't last
and will be
gone, before the stars
appear
at night.

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