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NighttimeFor all its beauty, the night is always distant and cold. The moon will never wrap you in a warm hug, unlike her friendly sister the sun. The stars are far too busy shining their light to pay attention to an insignificant you, and yet, we see a moonlight, starry night as the ultimate romantic setting. I suppose the darkness shrouds you from the prying eyes of 'others'. But the darkness is not your friend. When you are without that someone, to hold you warm and close, the bitter touch of the moon sweeps in. She reminds you just how alone you are. The night is when you know the 'others' are out there, laughing, hugging, dancing, while you are alone. During the day you can pretend, mask your hurt within a smile that the sun will double with light. In the dark there is nowhere to hide, really. Once we get our eyes adjusted no corner is that much darker than any of the others. But what is worse, sitting alone at night, or sitting by yourself, surrounded with 'others'? Others who will steal
White NoiseWhen the snow stopped falling
everything looked strange.
Like the paper in the sketchpad
I had bought for school.
Like the chair in the family room
we had pulled from the curb
only two months before.
Unlike my sketchpad and chair,
the snow sparkled.
It was clean
except for on the edges.
Have you ever noticed
that for all its whiteness
snow inevitably ends up with
I burned my toast this morning too.
You were not there
to set the toaster.
Before you would always make yours first.
Turning the little knob to the correct temperature,
and I would only have to put the bread in when you were gone.
not this morning.
The bed was cold this morning,
even with all three comforters.
The problem with blankets and teddy bears
is that they don't breath.
this morning it snowed,
so it would have to be cold.
I don't want to go to bed tonight,
surrounded with the cold white sheets.
And the snow.
I don't want to look in the driv
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