Predawn Confession

Attempting to think my way through a difficult moment in my life, I end up writing this at 4am as a sort of confession to the person it's intended for.

I sit here again as the world sleeps,

(Dry eyed with a straight face)

Even as my heart weeps

(And I stare off into space)

 

As I spin reasons round inside my head,

(I shrink away from thinking about what I would do)

And fight off this awful dread

(If I were to ever lose you)

 

I know it’s disconcerting,

(That I need you so much)

We’re both really hurting,

(I can’t escape this sorrow’s painful clutch)

 

I write in your style,

(Because you’ll know it’s for you)

Won’t you talk to me awhile?

(And see if we could work this through?)

 

I can’t tell what you’re feeling,

(Though I’d do anything to make it better)

The emptiness in me is enough to send me reeling,

(I tell you so in every ‘letter’)

 

I realize now that you’ve been right,

(You were right all along)

This knowledge keeps me up all night

(I’ve even admitted I was wrong)

 

So now I have a question

(As we try to mend this scar)

After this long rhyming confession,

(Will you still let me be your star?)