non-existent nightlife

glowing by the bedside
the noose grips.
the words unchanged,
a relationship on hold,
till the morning light strikes.
when the sun sets,
your mouth resets,
to a catatonic state
of mindless rest.
textual permanance of
someone left behind.
and in the morning we begin again,
forgotten the night that was,
or was to be,
or one that slipped away.

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