Dawning Creations

Maybe I’ll just drift
someplace off in sleepiness.
Your light is on.
Your warmth I miss.
The nights are becoming so cold.

My light is on.
I can’t feel a thing.
I’m stricken dumb
while left solemn in thinking.
This pattern revolves
with minimal hope for resolving.

I’m tired but nostalgia keeps me up all night.

One A.m. is upon me tonight unto today.
I’m tired.
I’m wired.
Thoughts won’t retire tonight,
from this abysmal curtain call.

I’m praying for you
and to be able to forgive you
for showing up high
on my wedding day.
You’ve mistaken me for a simpleton.

You can’t forget, I know your tricks.
I’ve bested your master.

Your excuses don’t add up
to the time lost
like sand in an hourglass.

I’ll keep the light on.
I don’t want to think of you.
I don’t want to have this conversation.
I want you to be true.

I can’t trust in what you’ll say,
only pray that we’ll find a way.

I don’t want to lose you.
I refuse to lie.
I don’t want to fight.
I will only if it’ll lift you to a new light.
Come back to us whole
and don’t let us go.

If you choose to let go, I pray I could let you go, too….