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a work of fiction left to the shelves,
i would read us every day.
i would memorize the chapters,
i would cherish every page.
if we were truly just a story,
i could never set us down.
i would respect our safety,
just like other proper nouns.
if we were truly just a story,
i could even make believe,
that you and i,
we are alive,
and this, reality.
Rising and falling,
your chest creating ripples across the bed.
Sunlight cascades down your face and leaks onto your limbs.
I am lost in a world of you.
The gentle thudding of your heartbeat,
keeping in time with mine.
A barely audible exhale escapes from your parted lips,
that which I hold the privilege to kiss.
It's simple.
My favorite memory,
kept snugly between you and the sheets.
28.
Missing somebody i haven’t met yet.
It’s like, having a persistant shiver. And I’m so cold. No matter how many things I wrap around me, nothing could compare to what it would feel like to be held by you. To be, well. Kept warm.
Little things I love about you; the way you say "don't go".
Or when your eyes settle on me like a fresh blanket of snow.
That goofy grin I adore that swallows most of your face,
is the same pair of lips that I wish my kisses traced.
The way you hold a conversation is how you hold a bird;
steady, calm, and careful.
I cling to every word.
I was never given a title,
I stopped keeping score.
But for the record, let it show
that I was always yours.
the misspelling of "dearly" in the title is specific and intentional
 Dec 2012 Megan Hoagland
Mia
He says he will leave her
His wife of ten years
and mother of his sons.
That it isn't working anymore
he would rather be with me.

I believe him.

Maybe am young and naive
Or just plain desperate
but I want this man
the one that wants me back.
I said I couldn't share
He said he wouldn't dare
His lawyer would see to it
That I would be the heir.

He lied.

Today I saw them together
Hand in hand on the streets
You don't kiss your ex in public
Or grab her ***,
Am no fool nor am I gullible
He just wanted two for one special.

Am mad.

He has to pay for this
making me think I had him
Luring me into his web
Now am wiser and meaner
With a plan up my sleeve
walked up to her and said
I know about the tattoo
The one on his ***.
Her eyes went ice cold,
A marriage over.

Am proud.

I saw him walking alone
Desolate and inconsolable
his house off limits to him
No dignity left
no debauchery
I brought him to his knees.
Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where almost nothing ever happens and the universe sits mostly still, where indie music is life and where photography is heaven. Where silence is golden and life is absolute. Where we all wish to be, and where only a select few of us can go and handle it.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we lie in limbo, waiting for the sun to come up, the moon to go down, the median between life and whats left of the dark decay of lifelessness. Where Your eyes open wide, where your thoughts wander into the void of the infinite. Where we wait to see the beginning, the middle, and the end.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Welcome to the dead, the living, the mourning, the crying, the sad, the happy, the over energetic, the under enthusiastic, the over enthusiastic, the insomniac, the insane, the beautiful, the quiet, the peaceful, the thoughtless and thoughtful, the kind, the caring, the listeners, the wonderful and magnificent, the open minded and wide eyed sleepless.

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where we wander, searching for answers in our sleep. Where we wait for contact and a view into what we think is the future, and where here, we wait for the future. Where we sleep only to be dreaming of our answers we are searching for and never getting the full answer to questions like-
"Who am I?"
"What am I?"
"Who do I love?"
"Who loves me?"
"Why am I here?"
"What awaits me today?"
"Who thinks of me?"
"Who are my friends?"
"Who are my foes?"
"Who are the friendless?"
"Who am I to judge someone?"
"Who are they to judge me?"
"What is left for there to question if I already know the answers to my questions?"

This is what we ask, and wait for...

Welcome to 4 A.M.

Where our mindless infinite, grows! To be ever infinite into the oblivion of exaggerated proportions and ridiculous time! Where everything meets the beginning, the middle and the end. Where life dies, starts, and lives once more for us as humanity to enjoy through one more day, for us to catch our breath, and to breathe the dead and living. For our eyes to capture the very beauty of life through blinking as if our eyes where the lens to a camera and our brains the film to feed it.

All in one quiet, peaceful, beautiful, and insane, hour. Everything lives, dies, and starts over again.

Welcome to the beginning, the middle, and the end.
Welcome to 4 A.M.
Welcome to life.

Good morning.
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