I don’t particularly remember it,
Yet when midnight whispers through the air,
—My heart aches.
A sudden hurt, a lonely ache,
As if the past is breathing near,
A moment lost, yet somehow known,
When the air smelled just like this,
And I was breaking too.
It feels like my heart is holding on,
Though my mind can’t trace the past.
Some feelings don’t need...
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