Like an echo in a dream
Always at this time
It seems
To be my hour
Be my time
To spill my heart
Write these rhymes
I think of you
In your bed
Glasses off
And your head
Resting
On pillows soft
And suddenly
I can’t tame
These thoughts
I want to kiss your lips
Lie in you arms
Snuggle up
To you
Cozy and warm
I am awake
As I smile
And I want to
Keep these
Memories
Of you
Awhile
But then the pain
Starts creeping in
And I realize
I don’t know
Where you’ve been
Tonight
Or yesterday
Or tomorrow
Or if you even
Think of me
At all
Remember my smile
My laugh
My kiss
Or if you even
Miss
Me
Or did you forget
Perhaps regret
Us
And then I’m
Tempted
To give you a call
But I remember
The wall
You’ve built around
Your heart
And the truth of that
Stings
The truth really hurts
And I try to fall back
To dreams
But I flirt
With sleep
And memories
Thoughts of you
Teasing me
The whole night
Through.
February 24th, 2014 at 4:54 pm
Why do memories and counter-facuals hit so hard at night?
February 24th, 2014 at 4:59 pm
I don’t know. 2-4 am is a haunting time for me. But at least it’s a great time to write for me. I at least feel accomplished while feeling haunted.
February 24th, 2014 at 4:57 pm
there is a stunning progression in your work as if a path that continues to get shorter and brighter to your incredible Heart through your ART. XO.
February 24th, 2014 at 5:01 pm
Thank you. I’m always trying to improve. You’re so sweet to say. XO
May 6th, 2014 at 9:38 pm
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