Night Time, His Time

Twelve strikes
His favorite time
A sea of rustling leaves
To be heard but not seen
Like a cold, dark, velvet sheet laid over the sky
Surveilling her doze off into a verge of deep sleep
Memories he had left let themselves take over his mind
Silent lightning from outside caught his attention
Little droplets form into one
Lightly patting his cheek
Only to realize he had dozedoff
As his eyes followed the raindrops race down the window
Regaining his focus
As the thought of her dissolved into the dusty air
Along with himself

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