airplane|black dot

when I am tired enough, when
the sky has turned its hands
over at the altar of midnight, when
the streets have shaken loose
their posture, when the
neighbours have blessed
all their small rituals, when
the sirens have fallen silent
long enough for the city
to drift off

this is when I let myself
miss you.

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