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Midnight Hours

It’s midnight 
She evades my calls
I worry 
Sitting by the fish lamp
In my rusty leather chair
The light cast shadows
That portray an eerie gloom
That hide a empty room
It’s midnight
She should be home by now
She should call
She should let me know
I knew she’d be out late
She said her shift had gone long
She knew I’d worry
She would call
It’s midnight
The terror closes in
Was it that one guy
She said was “Just a friend”
We had argued about the sock drawer
And how the socks needed to be paired
She knew my structure was correct
But of course she wouldn’t say
I loved her that way
It’s midnight
We would normally be in bed
The cat curled at our feet
I, reading my lesson plan
She, scrolling through instagram
A couple of drinks
A little time fooling around
Gentle kisses
Peaceful glances
Prolonged hands intertwined 
I hope she will be here soon
For it is midnight
Headlights come up the driveway
Thank God she is home
Questioning will ensue 
Sure she’s got a good reason
God, I love her
I walk to the garage door
Waiting for her to burst through
But she knocks on the front door
A forgotten key
I unlock diligently
My expression set 
The reveal 
It’s not her
It’s midnight
“Sir.”
Oh God no
My legs give way
I feel my bowels loosen
“There was an accident”
Trembling 
“A drunk driver…”
A shriek sneaks passed my lips
Water blurs my eyes
“I’m so sorry, sir.”
It’s midnight
there are no arguments
there is no worry
there are no kisses
there is no one
only pain
only sorrow

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