midnight

A million sunsets
A billion miles away
If you were to move back
Or away
Or perhaps start existing.

I could make things
So much easier on the both of us
As I do not love her
Yet feel no more for you
Than for a favoured pet.

I can not believe
In God and the Devil and beauty in all things
As you
So clearly
Do.

The white and the nothing
Scarred soul, yes
But not black
Take me back.

It’s a miracle I made it
Through the million department stores
Of life
All lined up in a row.

I will meet you
On an empty street
At midnight
And the only way we kiss
Through a shared cigarette.


(c) Thought