touches the empty space

a hope free of longing, a less desperate yes, a trial run on being okay with all of this, either way. sincerity for everyone, regardless of their guise, a break from the game. feeling free to show your woe, enjoying the nights spent alone, with the rain drip, drop, pounding and the dark surrounding, a bliss that’s not fleeting, sleep just for dreaming, a less lonesome morning, covered in dew. do you know a rhythm to follow, free of regret, till the very end? well we’re not there yet.

of course
there’s always
the morning
after