MIDNIGHT
9:30 AM
You spoke of it as if it was the easiest word ever known
As if it was nothing
You spoke of it not knowing what lies after that.
I know it was out of hand
Late night messages started to turn into late night fights and irreconcilable actions
The silence that we used to love turned into unbearable white noises
Empty spaces that we used to fill slowly turned into unknown vacancy
We were once each others home
Each others comfort zone
We could have at least tried
We could have put a stop to the endless battle lead by our ego
But that night?
I guess sorry was pulled out from the list of our options
And in that very time, good night was not the word either
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It was midnight,
the start and the end of everything.
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