My nights are long
with you so far away.
What's a three hour time jump,
To the timelessness in our wake?
My nights are long,
when you pass out early, for me,
After your long day.
But I wait.
I wait in pictures
and poems.
I wait in the weight of our conversations.
I bask in the beauty
That is ours to take and claim,
No qualms now.
Just miles and miles and miles
Long now.
And what is another day?
What is another year?
If it means I can see and feel you near,
Either way,
Right here with me?
Ey,
My nights are long.
They are a bittersweet retreat.
A prowess tampered in
While you sleep,
And I think,
When you rise,
And think of me.
And I rise, soon after just a deep enough sleep-
Jolted, at your ring.
A flux now brought me about.
Rising with you as nearly as I can be.
Yet...
Without you...
My nights are long.
At my 8:30, you go to sleep.
And I feel the depravity of my addiction.
Waiting.
For the next time
I can hear your voice
It is only hours...
But feels like eternity,
Standing still,
In the midnight thrill
Of what you have woken in me.
But you sleep.
A beautiful creeping of push and pull.
A southern drawl.
A man I never didn't love.
And I am a teenager again,
Lost in the long A.M. hours
Fantasizing in the air,
Reading all the texts that are there-
Missing you.
Can't sneak out a bedroom
With so many miles away...
Just like when I was a girl and mom kept all my boyfriend's at bay.
Can't see you now,
In my waking adult life...
Can't get your words shaken from me,
When you say you want
To make Me your wife...
Can't riddle me enough
In these hours and distance
Can't shake me loose
From our existence.
What, oh what, have you done to me?!
A foolish fall
I too gladly took.
I'm too aged for that.
And that's why I told you,
That only for you,
Would I risk that.
Because only you
Never ever did
What they did.
And only you
Deserve the woman I have raised, now long and on my own.
These hours are long.
But now I think of home.
Your home. Where you are. Where mine is.
Had no idea...
That I missed you like this.
That our story was only a turned page,
and never closed.
I never gave myself permission to dream
Of ever holding you close.
I may have fantasized
about righteously improper things...
But then I tucked them away,
and smiled the next day.
Because you were not mine to claim.
Yet here you...
Claim me.
As if only you've ever known.
And it is bold.
Side-swiping. A shock wave made tidal.
Sweeping me
Right away.
All the way to Georgia babe.
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