Between Days

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

I met you in the night

When neon lights lit up the green in your eyes.

I might have known you all my life

For all the dark had shown me.

You revealed to me the town in midnight hours.

I have never seen moonlight in such a way.

We parted before the sun rise

And I wonder if with the morning

I could ever find you again.

Or are you an apparition

Who walks in the hours between days?

A space only for the sleepless and mad,

I don’t know if I could live in such a place,

For all its beauty and mystery,

Not even with you.

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