After midnight…
1 min readOct 2, 2020
I step outside for a smoke…
I see the moon, vivid amongst the wispy clouds.
I steal away for a third of a gram.
Alone, always alone, except for you.
All of you, is able to sense, all of me.
And always, we are in sync across the sky.
Oh how I wait for your return.
Over the cares of what others may or may not think.
Onward, we hold each other hand in hand and cheek to cheek.