Night Terror

[knightaimee]

I have your cd on repeat. You. It's ridiculous, really. I sing along to words that you know by heart, by now, I'm sure. Lookng at the colours, shapes and illustrations that have been poured onto the outer packaging, that you know so well, I'm certain. I mouth them like I know you're watching, except you aren't, I wager. I sit and write this essay that you don't care about to your music, music you gave to me for the evening, but I didn't give it back then, I kept it safe next to me until I could face you again on Monday afternoon to give it back.

I shudder alone at night to this cd, but you sleep soundly, I believe.

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