Morning was only a blink away
until the scary moment of not knowing
when I'll see you again.
A night never feels like enough.
Your body, I can map out from memory.
Your eyes, I've lost myself in.
I want to tape our hands together until they sweat.
A night is never long enough to
keep me contained and composed enough to
remain coherent,
and a night isn't long enough to
spill every story and explanation
out in front of you.
~Tina Meeks
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