2 a.m.

Bare Feet on wet asphalt
I probably should be going now
Because it is nearly 2 a.m.
You’ve already shut the door
An unintentional signal that my time is up

I must have missed the tenderness
In my drowsiness
But I don’t recall that electrical contact high
That I live for
And I didn’t hear the sweet whispers
That put my heartbeats in their proper places
And keep me sane and smiling while I am gone

Darkness is seeping into this world I’ve carefully created
Holes worn through by the friction of my self-wound musings
You are my light, but I cannot see You with this leak

I remind myself that this radio station that is playing
Isn’t audible unless my car is moving
Bare foot to pedal
Obligation muffles
The impulse to run and ignore
The possibility of

Losing You this way



 

Reviews

[wicked.wanderer]

"I must have missed the tenderness
In my drowsiness"
Love that!

I tend to go walk around town late at night, and that perfectly describes a feeling I used to get with a significant other while we were out.

You have some awkward capitalization and a couple weird line breaks, but the lay-out is FANTASTIC and I love the imagery in this.
Good job! :]

[William]

I love the story, the imagery. I love your words.