When We Were Killers

‘Humans have forgotten how to be nocturnal,’

A woman who captivated me from the moment we met.

My life has been defined by tragedy and yet I begin with hope.

Maybe it’s just me who lies beside her each night, broken, depleted, waiting for life to linger no more

Maybe it’s just me who lies beside her each night, broken, depleted, waiting for life to linger no more.

How long did it linger?

Life lingered in her.

“Are you sure that we are awake?

It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

“Are you sure that we are awake?
It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

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