Midnight strikes.
Time stops.
Then starts again.
Between each breath
the moments end again.
Lost seconds of travail
that hail sorrow as
the truest of it all.
Tossed between the covers.
Undiscovered by the others.
Love is gone.
Even as another song
begins to tune them in.
The night is long.
And midnight strokes
the pulsing beat
of heated memory...

? Michaelette ?

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