11:59 pm
It is strange
how time can tick in such a way that brings forth a new
day
In seconds
the heartbreak
ill-fated
remains of yester
cease to exist
As time passes forward
to a page free of disappointment
Nothing has gone wrong
An hour where nothing can go wrong
An hour of emptiness
and fullness all at once
Nothing to gain
Nothing to lose
Where time is slow and languid
Because there is nothing,
nothing that can make this moment
Wrong

12:00 am
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