Midnight.

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There she was.
There he was.

Quiet,
Yet,
Troubled souls.

She lays in bed,
Sighing,
Pain in her chest,
Looking through the window,
At the far stars.

Her mind,
Only set on him.

Closed her eyes,
Felt his hands,
Felt his lips.

A glass of wine wasn't enough.
A bottle of whiskey wasn't enough.

Both in need of each other,
Both weren't satisfied with booze,
Both wanted each other.

He,
Sits on his own bed,
Cellphone on sight,
Tempted,
Better won't risk.

"What if she doesnt want to ever see me again?"

Closed his eyes.
All the memorize he had of her on display,
Afraid to lose her.

He sees her laugh.
He sees her smile.
He sees her kissing him.
He sees how she loves.

"What if he doesn't want to ever see me again?"

Can't hold back the tears,
Unbearable pain,
The pain of losing him.
Losing what they both are.
What they both were with each other.
What they both were for each other.

All the times he called out her name,
All the times they held their hands,
All the times their lips met,
All the times their hearts bonded.

All the good things,
Are they all in vain?

Will they become just a memory in their minds and hearts?

Will they become a love from the past?
An unforgettable love from their past?

Or will they take a bet on each other?

Whoever does it first,
Whoever sets their pride aside,
They both win.
They'll be back on each other's arms,
Where they belong.
Where they long to be.

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