i like this quiet time of night
when mother melody has put all those fears to bed
tucked them in for a long night’s rest
the only sound is the shuffling of my own feet
scooting across the carpet
making my way to the kitchen for a late-night snack
i miss you
the traffic keeps me company
cars full of late-night prowlers searching for redemption
or tacos
perhaps they are lost like me
wondering around thinking of you
no..... they don’t know you
must be the tacos
i was once redeemed by a soft shell
i miss you
then these hours melt away
morning finds me asleep at the wheel
hungry and without you
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