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The Town at Night

Night time. Again. 

Sometimes the quiet goes

through me like a knife 

 

Suddenly I’m confronted with your absence

and

the silence drives that home.

 

The sharpest moment of clarity.

 

Those seconds last for hours.

 

Don’t move. Get up. Get up.

 

 © 2026 by Phil Barber. 

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