Turnaround

There was never anyone in here to begin with
What are you staring at but your own shadow?
It won’t start talking to you now
You will still be alone in the morning.

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Echoes of the Night

Tell the stars to hold me a place
I’m just here breathing the night
Smoke billows from my eyes
Watching the everyday rise
An ageless tune is playing somewhere
In the distant past of a feeling I forgot
Humming it I ring up these ghosts of mine
I’ll share a smile with them
The past is now and the present absent
It won’t matter at the crack of dawn
As with the smoke and my ghosts
I too will be gone.