Midnight

It's the harsh line drawn between yesterday and today.
you're like a perpetual midnight,
without the finality, without the hope of a new day.
You're like the clock freezing as it changed, until suddenly it was 12:01,
You aren't here, and I'm alone.
And I stand here, smiling and moving on, because no one Here knows you.
You're a perpetual ghost.
And it's stupid. I keep reaching for your hand.
Like you would be there the way you were for those two weeks.
Until what was like two years in two weeks ended, and you went home.
Like you would be there for me still.
Two weeks we met, two weeks we talked, two weeks we didn't...
And now you can ignore me, like I ignored the clock skip.
And the power goes out, the clock resets, until someone gets around to fixing it.
And you can skip that minute, and I'll let that go, but in that minute I realize it:
You didn't say goodbye. Not now, not before when you left.
And you leave me again, in this horrible metaphorical sense.
You leave me again, the physical distance to your advantage.
You leave me again, like they always seem to.
Skip the minute like you skipped the goodbye... Coward.
And the power goes out, and it's dark for a minute.
The world is dark, and my heart freezes, and my fingertips go numb.
Hours, and hours, one for every day it took for you to forget me-- a number I'll never know.
And then it's back, so very behind...
And it'll be days until I forget you, because being forgotten is a worse pain...
Being forgotten is the worst heartbreak, because there's no goodbye.
No finality.
An open-ended, never ending blinking clock.
An infinite midnight...
In whose time zone, well... that's up to you, I suppose.