the hiatus is
sporadic.
i never know
when the next one
will occur.
some nights will be
haunted,
the days littered with
shadows that never
leave.
(hint: this happens more
often than not)
your shadow never knows
when to leave and i,
i never know your
name.
one day to another
you delight in torment
games you
stole
from me.
and one night
you flee.
you’re gone
for good this time.
i can see it in
the space that
resembles
every hiatus you
ever gave me.
(in the morning i
awake to dark and
streetlights shining
like
stars)
tuckedintoacorner 
A fresh perspective on hiatus~
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Thank you 🙂
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I especially fell in love with this part:
“your shadow never knows
when to leave and i,
i never know your
name.
”
It’s so emotional, so captivating, so impressive and so heartfelt. I am absolutely amazed.
Also the lines in brackets are emphasizing the athmosphere of the whole poem 🙂
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Thank you! *quietly flails in a corner*
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A haunting contribution, thank you for not taking a hiatus during Mara’s hiatus!
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