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The Night

I forgot what it was like. 

The Night 

The road. 

The hours. 

Everything is loud again. 

Nothing is beautiful, 

like I had convinced myself it was, 


I already miss the days, 

and have vowed this will end soon. 

Either for something else, 

or somewhere. 

I will say goodbye, 

and for the first time, 

mean it. 

© 2017 William S. Friday 

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5 thoughts on “The Night

  1. Hope you find the light again

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  3. Sarah Coolidge on said:

    Sounds like working a night shift… and ready to get back on days. Hope you get there soon!

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  4. No point in trying to fool yourself to go along with something if you want to make the change. A toast to renewed creativity, new beginnings and your final dates with the night.

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