Two AM and here I am.
Awake and thinking once  again.
A cat’s meow, a child’s cry.
Clicking heater, windy sky.
Squinty eyes in phone’s blue light.
Texts from earlier in the night.
Confused by thoughts that make no sense
Too tired for self-defense.
Ignore, delete, move on. But no.
In my mind those words echo.
Is it sarcasm or anger?
Am I safe or in danger?
Heavy heart and eyes that well.
These tears feel real but I can’t tell.
This has gone on long enough.
You cannot have hate without first love.