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Sep 2020
2AM
It's 2AM,
And I wake from a nightmare,
Then I realise,
It's not a dream.

It's 2AM,
The shadows dancing on the ceiling,
Reaching for you,
Nothing but emptiness.

It's 2AM,
And I lay remembering,
How we laughed,
Until we couldn't breathe.

It's 2AM,
I turn and stare at the wall,
Wishing I could see your back,
And kiss it like I did that morning.

It's 2AM,
And I remember,
The way I made love to you,
That rainy Wednesday.

It's 2AM,
I lie here wondering,
What I could do,
To keep you close.

It's 2AM,
I ponder through thick eyes,
How I can change,
So people won't leave me.

It's 2AM,
I have conversations,
With you,
But only in my mind.

It's 2AM,
I lay wondering,
Where I fit into your life,
And what you feel.

It's 2AM,
And then its not.
Nothing stays the same,
Not even the time.
Written by
Sinerita  F
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