You begin to notice the patterns
How the person says hello
and goodbye
That little quirk
when he grins
more with the right side of his mouth
how he says goodnight
every night
without fail
Some nights the goodnight is happy
joyful, warmth of a hug and kiss
floating on dreams of the future
love stories with happy endings
dancing on starlight and my imagination
And some goodnights are stressed
a terse kind of goodbye
The goodnight could be angry
every needle every knife
every weapon pointed at each other
a battle that exists only in words and thoughts
Or goodnights can be just plain sad
woeful understanding of what is to come
the fearful nightmares that haunt us
in the backs of our minds
This is the most ironic type of goodnight
The night is not good at all
darkness and fears
I run and run but cannot find sleep
I tire but do not rest
When we say "goodnight"
I know neither of us go to sleep
We wait up, hoping for someone to save us both
An awful sort of irony.
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