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Nocturnal Longings
RQ (December 10,1954 / )

Nocturnal Longings

It has become a pattern;
each night I sit here at my desk
delaying going to our
empty bed.
Finally I lay down and
read until,
eyes heavy with sleep,
the book falls from my grasp.
Each night when I turn out the light
instead of sleep
thoughts of her,
the wanting of her
come to me.

It has become a pattern
lying there,
each sound of our cats
nocturnal roaming
nocturnal longing.
From across the hall
the sound of her
softly stirring
a sweet sad yearning.


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Comments (2)

i think if you use different metaphors(there are many ways to describe longing/desire) you will show potential....
very sweet without being sugary