For you (if you're reading)

You know that at midnight
I'll be thinking about you.
Wherever you are, you'll be mine
and I will squeeze the pillow in my arms
while I'll look for your face
that will appear beautiful in the shadow.
It will be like
picking a star from the middle of the sky,
so you won't be far
when you'll be shining in my hand.
But maybe you,
at three past midnight,
are already thinking about somebody else.
I already feel lost
and my hand,
in which you were shining before,
is now a clenched fist.
I've never been
as nasty as now,
so when midnight comes,
if you really love me,
think about me for at least a half hour,
and from the clenched fist
a caress will be born.

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