Nights

Nights are the worst.

It’s when everything is quiet, calm, serene.

It’s when I hear the thoughts of how much I miss you loud and clear.

Nights are the loneliest.

There’s nothing to distract me.

Instead, all I can think of you is how you’re not here.

As I lay down, I turn to an empty spot in the bed.

Nights are the loneliest.

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