Late Night, Love, Pain, PenPractice, Poem, Shorts, Sleepy time, writing

Sleepless

The world holds its breath when she goes quiet.

I hold mine too,

Because the world fades to grey till she speaks again.

So we wait.

Patiently, we wait.

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