That lonely hour
between the day and night
between the dark and light
that lonely hour is here
The darkness–not yet complete–
the day–bittersweet–flying away
What could have been or should have been
is over now
My heart’s afloat in this no man’s land
between hanging on, letting go and giving in
accepting that the day was enough
Evening falls on sleepy-eyed dreams of tomorrow
Solitude surrounds me
this lonely hour

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