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  • Lorraine Johnson

[53] When Night Becomes Day

It was time to go, I peeled away,

walked down the steps and you faded to grey.

Into the day—I went, lit by the fires of the night,

embraced by the comfort of your worn-out jeans

and the taste of chocolate swimming in my mouth,

and sea salt on my skin, and a warm breeze

and a lazy palm tree.

By staying, I did not love you more.

By leaving, I did not love you less.

I simply loved. I simply did.


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