3:48

It's it 3:48 in the morning,
and the coffee has gone stale.
My lips taste of cheap cigarettes.
Birds are speaking to us from the dark morning's rise.
I've been staring at the same star for hours,
hoping to catch it move through the sky.
As I lie completely still,
It does the same,
though we continue to rotate in opposite each other.
The star, as most humans, continues to push forward to light the way for future seekers.
I, unlike most, am being pulled back by an invisible force out of my control.
In that moment, though, we continue to stay completely still,
seizing the moment,
for just
one
more
second....

It's 3:48 in the morning,
I am still grasping for your words.
Holding on to every syllable, 
like the last rays of sunlight before darkness falls. 
Covering my mind with overplayed scenes,
and outdated charades.

my eyes wonder off to see a silhouette,

behind closed eyes.
How calming it is,
just to think of your simple touch.
longing for it once more
seizing the moment
for just
one
more

second...

Reviews

[JMaster1]

This is beautiful , I love your style

[Megan Doeden]

Thank you.