How did you manage
to do this to me?
12 AM
I'm lying in bed
red numbers on the digital
are staring back at me.
I'm thinking of you.
It's odd
you're still on my mind.
My eyes shut
and there you are again
an image on the back of my eyelids.
I heard whispers in the vast expanse
You voice echos and curls
the corners of my lips
Are you thinking of me?
Late at night
alone, in the quiet
do you wish I was there too?
12 oh 1
I should be sleeping
your sweet words won't let me rest
And suddenly I wonder
if sometimes,
maybe
I keep you up
too.

04/22/2003

Author's Note: I think I have a million poems boiling inside me... this one and the lastest few just happened to spill out the sides...

Posted on 04/23/2003
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