Gregory

Words mean more at night
We say to each other, 11pm.
Were said by him.
How elusive, that night.
so potent in my head,
but what happened?
Who knows now: 
it’s gone from my head.
God, i want to be loved
the way i love his music.
“I’ve never ever had
a smile plastered on my face
from music before” 
he says.
His voice is so good
the singer and the love(d)
Words mean more at night, 
we say to each other
at 11pm
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