Stars of Missed Nights

I want to escape a recurring dream 

Before I become itself

I want a day that would behave responsibly

I want to reach my desk before time

I want to sit for the hours assigned for a day’s salary

I want to get too tired to wish for a tomorrow

 I want to return to my little room 

That seems big with things enough only for survival

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At the edge of the day I want to make myself a glass of fine wine

Or anything bittersweet that can help me 

Open the window full of late night stars

I want to sit by the windowsill

I want to wait for you when you’ll knock on my door

I want to open it just like the window

I want you to carry every missed moment that

I could have lived with a girl; I want you to fill my glass again

Sit, talk, laugh, sip, whisper and cry 

I want you to gift me my last drink before you leave

I want you to fill my glass 

With stars of the missed nights.