without yesterday, without tomorrow

by mistersoto

I remember them
those safe nights
hidden among the hours
that turned slow enough
to extinguish the memories of day
and stave off mornings advance
just to be us

for a few more silent hours
across the no man’s land
of recognising
and the familiarity of the crowds
I study the structure
of your eye brow

as you lay back
without yesterday
or tomorrow
and float in night
in this midpoint
beginnings and ends