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Until the Night

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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There were times,

when she wondered -

if it had all been a dream.

That day he went away,

she had stood just looking,

as the tears flowed,

the car becoming smaller

and then she was alone.

They had had the kind of love,

that some only dream of,

together through thick and thin.

Their best nights,

the ones they spent alone,

romantic and dreamy.

Idyllic mornings,

with lingering thoughts,

of the love they had shared.

No signs of a storm,

nothing but clear skies.

The time she spent away from him,

made her daydream,

of the night,

when they would meet again,

then he was there

and everything was alright.

Kisses and I love you,

quiet dinners,

by candlelight.

Then he’d changed,

silences stretched into eternity,

nothing to be said,

no smiles, no tender words.

Then the day he’d said,

he had some thinking to do,

something about all their tomorrows -

something about remembered sorrows.

She ached in silence,

for a whole week long,

then came the letter -

You were my morning,

you were my night,

nothing mattered till we were together again,

left all my yesterdays behind,

still loving you forever,

till the night -

when we meet again my love.

© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee