i’ll be waiting for you at midnight— not because I believe will come but do know how to stop needing to. when the sun forgets kiss mouth of moon sky soft and unsure questions whether it ever carried light all— i there. still. steady. fluorescent nonetheless. time moves strangely without you. stretches stutters speaking in quiet language want. sit with it— rush along learn its rhythm so can meet it. contrary belief there is romance this— waiting wanting way hold your name. wait. desperation that kind ache only shows up things matter— wanting what’s already mine still never getting enough. this isn’t love poets warned us about. they didn’t write. my shall pen steady while try bring justice.