I look at the clock. It is 6:21am. I can’t sleep because I wake up thinking of you lying/laying beside me. Your smile, you watching me. Your warmth. I feel so cold, I shiver. I pull the sheets to my face and try to stop the quivering of my bones. She did not call me back or for me. I can’t hear you.
I long to hear her voice. She doesn’t see the sincerity of my tears, or even want to try before she sends me away. Time is up.
I am so lonely, so scared. All I can feel is how much I was filled with my love for her. Now I keep myself busy, praying that with time my love will heal.
I fight the temptation of the time past, but I mourn the reality that with age comes loneliness. So many friends we loose along the way, how many lovers will still go astray. Time. I can’t sleep, for I wake up thinking what else will be gone tomorrow.
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