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If this were any other night

If this were any other night, You would be home by now. Holding my hand, freeing me of all my worries. If this were any other night, We would be having dinner. I’d serve you words, which the warm steam would steal on its way to heaven. If this were any other night, I’d be folded in your arms by the fireplace. The warmth of your embrace more comforting to me than the fire. But as this isn't any other night, The moth sitting on that yellow lightbulb, Can sit there and mock my tears. As this isn't any other night, The rustling wind, the shadows and the cries of unknown beasts, Can make me shiver with fear. As this isn't any other night, You lay here, in peace. Death a better companion to you than I ever could be. Tonight the widow weeps, while the crickets play their violin, The yellow light spilling out of the window, their spotlight, Their audience some dried leaves, bats and trees, Shiver at this horrifying song!

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