After midnight…

Patrick Peace
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.

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