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“Goodnight” by Ciarra Smith

Love is what she said to me at 3am

when she knocked softly on my door.

It was in her voice as she whisper-shouts,

“Are you awake?”

It was in my hand as I sleepily picked up a shoe

killing the moth camped out in her room.

It was in my eyes as I tell her,

“It’s dead.”