midnight fifteen minutes gone
or fifteen years?
in the dewy dark
years shift, illusory as shadowy companions
birthed by vapor lamps and overreaching birches
between sleeping houses, half-heard,
the whispers of eight and twelve and fifteen
when the night and I shared stolen moments
gone so long,
but midnight is forgiving
welcoming forever childhood friends
who once closed the doors on moonlit meetings
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