222 – Confessions

Half-remembered words.

Midnight confessions
Listened thru the haze
Of the blurry frontier
Before sleep.

Something important?
It feels that way.

The words
Washed away
By the first
Morning light.

The question
Still persists.

You want to ask,
And turn towards
The sleeping face
Beside you.

Her eyes open,
You need no answers.

You may
Have lost the lyrics,
But the song
Is loud and strong.

Her kiss reminds you
It was just
Pillow talk.

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