Awake Before Dawn

It's dark here now. No one is up.
I'm sure that you are sleeping.
How I wish that I could be with
You. I wish I knew that's what
You want, but you don't tell me
Anything. When you are near,
You're near; that's all. Sometimes,
You smile. Sometimes, you speak.
You really never say too much.
You stare across the room at me,
And I remember rare occasions
When you've indicated that you
Want me near, but I don't know.
Is asking me to stay the same
As saying, “never go?” Your
Life is far more full than mine.
I wonder how much I can
Mean, and whether I'm an
Inconvenience. No, I don't.
I'm sure I am, so why do you
Put up with me? Perhaps
I am so trivial, with you for
Minutes twice a week, that
You would rather let me come
And go than break my heart.
I will keep coming, you know
That, expecting to be turned
Away. I never am. I don't
Know why. My mind, so
Short of information, runs in
Circles. You can sleep. It's
Dark, but I cannot.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-06 at 13:57

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