It’s two in the morning
I wake gasping for air and YOU
But neither are there
My heart races, I can hear the
Marching thumps as they get
Louder and louder
and nearer and nearer
my brain is full of confusion
I want to text you but
know I can’t
you’re tending to the REAL sick and needy
then I see one missed called and that
you’ve sent me a text about
10:45, I must have fallen asleep
it reads “I h8 night shifts, cu in morn sleep well babe luv u: x “
your words begin to calm me down
because they represent the ‘Whole’ you,
the woman I allowed myself to fall in love with
I get overwhelmed, begin to cry
if I was younger I’d blame my emotions
on my hormone’s playing tricks on me
but I know better…
its 2:30 in the morning
as I’m finding solace in my computer
my phone vibrates it’s you
with your ESP senses
“Hi babe, you ok, how long have you been awake?”
Your question leaves me dumbfounded
I reply “How did you know I was awake?”
“Babe I sleep next to you at night,
I know when your
agitated ,troubled and scared
it’s always around 2ish
but you are never aware that
when you start shaking
I just wrap my arms around you
and cuddle you in,”
I realise that I think I’m fine
but underneath I’m still so damaged
it’s just YOU who takes everything away
during the night
god how did I come to EVER deserve you when
all I do is selfishly
TRY and push you a way
My
Beautiful
Beautiful
Angel in the night
©Copyright 2013 by June Bolland. All rights reserved
its way to early to cry but this was absalutely beautiful! thank you!
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Thank you, I’m glad you like it , but sorry it made you cry. Sometimes I think I should put a warning on some of my poems WARNING: Tissues maybe required.
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So lovely.
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Thank you.
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