3am
It's 3am again
Shakingly, I awake
But you are not with me.
Hurtfully,
I gaze at the wall
And wonder what
I could do
To be a part
Of your life again.
Like the sand
Falling from my fingers
Too loose to grasp
Too light to remain.
All of my efforts
Slap my face
As I try to gain
A peaceful slumber.
Terrified of losing you
I have but already lost.
For I live in the past
And in the future
Because now is something
I cannot be
A part of.
8-09
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