Night has fallen…
Tightly, I press my cheek against the pillow,
Close my eyes even more tightly and imagine,
The next time I’ll hear your voice say, “Hello,”
For some time has passed—
I just know the month ended in -ber,
And it's ironic the time gap is that vast,
For every time I think of it, I can't help but to shiver…
Time, silence and distance,
A deadly trio when working in concert,
And on it, I won’t dare write a treatise,
But know, if it has its way, in the end I’ll wind up getting hurt…
I’ve lost too much in the past to lose again—
I have no choice this time but to win.
— Kevin Waring
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