Six A.M.

2014-10-15 ~06:18 AM

It's six in the morning,
and ever falling asleep
peacefully seems like
a far-fetched, silly dream.

I think I can't avoid how
I'll be stuck in sleepless nights,
yet sleepwalking through nightmares,
until I find my place by your side.

It's six in the morning,
and the remnants
of your voice linger as
echoes in my sleep deprivation

filling up the gaps in the noise
where my tinnitus mixed anxious breathing
failed disastrously in creating symphonies
to fill the gaping emptiness inside of me

It's six in the morning,
and the stars never forgave us
for not enjoying their presence
as much as they deserved.

It's six in the morning,
and my emptiness remains unfilled
without you by my side,
sharply carving its name into my bones

It's six in the morning,
and I miss you.