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Alive
A Poem
it’s midnight somewhere,
and we’re both sleepless
like so many nights before —
though this time feels different.
there’s no use for tears
when they won’t bring back
the long dead and gone,
but i’ll sit here with you
as we soak up sorrow
in silence.
and i feel alive,
sparked in my senses,
when you look at me
and give that smile
which will haunt me
till my dying day.
and i feel alive,
charged and aware,
to be so close to you
in these spare moments
when i can almost think
you might be mine.
it’s midnight somewhere,
and we’re both awake
like we’ve never been before —
though it won’t last long now.
when everyone’s asleep
and lost in their dreams,
we sit and talk like always,
but there are ghosts lingering
in the shadows, in our minds,
in places no one else can touch.
