Midnight

Midnight

A Poem by Mary Ochoa

Midnight

Bed never felt so cold

Not my turn to spill

Will it ever??

But hun, I feel

Damn right I do 

At the end of that dial 

I let the beat of my heart

And

The ticking sounds 

Take over 

It's not my turn to spill

Because this midnight 

You're on the phone with 

Her

© 2016 Mary Ochoa


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Mary Ochoa
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Beautifully expressed and very relatable! :)


Posted 7 Years Ago


"I let the beat of my heart

And

The ticking sounds

Take over "

A story behind this poem. A heartbreak perhaps. A midnight wish. A silent tone. Wonderful...:)...........

Posted 7 Years Ago


Powerful and emotional rude in the poetry. You create situation and hard place to be in. Thank you Mary for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago



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