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edward palmquist

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11pm

2007

It’s 11pm
and I can’t sleep.
If only tonight was last night.
Our time together is rare
and this loneliness banal.
If only I could still feel you here.
Clutching the pillow,
I can’t seem to find your fading scent…
I keep telling myself
that that time will come again soon.
But a week just seems too long.
I keep telling myself
that even now we are sharing this moment.
But that makes me want to hold you more.
I keep telling myself
that I’ll soon be asleep
that in the morning this longing will be gone…
But as I look at the clock
I see that no matter how much I fight it
it’s still 11pm…
and I still can’t sleep.

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