I woke up in the middle of the night,
asleep in haste, waiting for a sight,
but when it came, I looked away, again,
To stare longer, now in vain.
I tried to trace –
Contours of your face,
Not remembering the pain – of you,
A stab that came without a cue;
Made sense of songs inside your head,
And force my brain instead,
For nothing,  a spark, no rhyme,
Your shadow sketched in time;
Fine by me, to wait in the rain.
Life’s not a friendly gain.

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