Midnight of the Soul

The hour has gathered its strength.
You sleep in the next room
as if there is no trauma
in this life; as if your breathing
is heroic and kind. Today
we barely spoke, hardly met

like the twin black hands
of a clock. Round and round.
In short, sudden spasms.
Without touching. Without seeing.

You wake up silenced- a certain
midnight of the soul near you.
How does it feel to kiss
the mouth of the universe,
a large tomb in the center
of your heart? As the sweet

great heartbreak remains.

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