Goodnight
Goodnight, he says softly.
Not mine, I respond vaguely,
But only in my mind.
I'd never tell him I am gone.
I'm feeling wrong;
I've never bothered mentioning it;
I couldn't bring myself to.
I find the goodnight flowing;
From my lips I can't contain it.
I must respond somehow;
If that means lying in the dark alone,
So be it.
I was never troubled by the quiet;
He leaves when he sleeps.
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