2 AM

silence enters the night 
I do not speak 
I listen to a book 
and work on a puzzle
I lose track of time 
trying to fit pieces together 
slowly the image begins 
to form the harder I focus
rain falls outside
may showers continue
I can slightly hear
the drops hitting
the roof
the narrator details
the tragic backstory
of the protagonist
I pick up a piece
and try not to cry

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