Some Nights Are Thinner Than Others

Some nights are thinner than others.
They slide between the cracks of days
and leave nothing in their wake,
like ghosts dissolving into walls,
questions asked by mistake.

Some nights bring the feels
I’ve quilted into my mind
bound by heart strings
to each other,
stitched across time

Some nights the insomnia is thick.
It keeps the air too warm
and the sheets too thin
It fills my thoughts with the smoke
of fires that burn within.

Some nights tuck in close to me and let
my days run together
like the words in a phrase
like the words in your letters.
Some nights are thinner than others.

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