the under melody

There have always been two melodies – the surface level, high and sweet, fit for public consumption. And the underneath, sometimes beautiful and soft, sometimes crude or morbid.

Night Corners

In the early morning hour
the one after
your deepest sleep
but desperately far
from when you need to wake

The night had always belonged to you

The night had always belonged to you,
with me slumbering through whatever turmoil stirred your insomniac heart.

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