Come and gone

He walked in like morning

Lingered like midday

By evening, his scent was on my pillow


Itching for words to scribble

He stole a moment

She borrowed some words

Things and people seep into each other like the night crawls into the day’s sheets

Intertwining beginning and endings

Where middle moments sleep easy

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