Late at night,
I wander streets asleep,
Out of sight,
Music heard from hands and feet.
For a minute there, I thought,
Was this different from the rest?
Nightly my mind and heart fought,
Till soft sleep laid them to rest.
For once, I remembered to carry my shovel,
For my heart it dies quickly
Shatters, crumbles, turns to rubble.
I dig in the ground as I stand where I met you,
And I bury my heart six feet deep,
Because of you.
Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
Late at night,
I wander streets asleep,
Out of sight,
Music heard from hands and feet.
For a minute there, I thought,
Was this different from the rest?
Nightly my mind and heart fought,
Till soft sleep laid them to rest.
For once, I remembered to carry my shovel,
For my heart it dies quickly
Shatters, crumbles, turns to rubble.
I dig in the ground as I stand where I met you,
And I bury my heart six feet deep,
Because of you.