That time,
when it's not really night and not really day

That time,
when you're not really here and not really away.

That time,
when it's not all laughter and not really all goes to waste.

That time,
when over phone my fingers sway and not really dial in haste .

That time,
is when I'm weak and not really stay.

That time,
when I can't sob and not really on my knees to pray.

That's the time,
when insecurities prey and I pour a glass of wine to not become insane..!!

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Love the stucture of the poem, it has a good rhythm to it. Really liked it!

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