The silent night,
Is way too loud.
It rings in my ears,
It calls me proud.
I crawl in bed,
Wide eyed still.
I think of you,
And always will.
You're there whenever I close my eyes.
I see you in the stars,
And hear you in the moon rise.
I shake, I tremble, I sometimes fall,
My heart beats hard and I scream at the wall.
I cling to the bed,
Amplified sight.
I feel you hear,
You reside where I write.
You are in these letters,
And the tip of my pen.
You're here, you're here,
You're here again.
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