Sleeping past midnight

Star rising above the treeline
the outline of your clothes
it was a memory from before

We walked the streets at night
through the rain
no music played
marchers lined the street to our parade

lovers buried stories in the snow
we wonder what skidded left
leaving me on the floor
alone

Sleeping past midnight was
a fools dream
solstice on the minute hands

I never let go.

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