2:47am

This is a poem about what goes through my head at 2:47 am.

2:47 am

I thought about you again.

The cool night breeze from my window carried the sound of your name

It brought back memories of promise,

Hope.

Love.

Lust.

I lay there staring at the ceiling

Hearing the tick of the clock

Hearing those late night phone calls

Hearing the words that broke my heart

I stare out at the endless night sky,

Hearing the breeze carry the sound of your name.

c.w

Author's Note

any suggestions?