Night | Tufts Observer
Poetry & Prose

Night

sometimes, when you
lean in close, i can feel
that strange pull.
i think about electrons
and charges and forces
but nothing makes sense.

your breath won’t fog,
but i wish it would, that i could
have some proof of this. i
know i’ll wake up soon.

and i wish you lived miles
away, so we could walk
and sway in this dance together
until the sky breathed pink
and innocence.

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