Staring at the ceiling
I realised a strange thing
As the veil of sleep lifted from my mind
I discovered that my waking thoughts were
... Not of you
This morning was different.
As I looked out onto the clear
Frost bitten world
I did not wonder
Where you were
Or if you were awake
... Whether you thought of me.
The cooking smells wafting down the hall
Failed to impose hunger in my belly.
No, this morning as I woke
All I could do was probe my emptyness
... Looking for the pain
So I could paint it over with
Twelve coats of anaesthetic
... Hoping to kill the anguish
And make it through the day
Without thinking of you
Without hoping you thought of me too
... Without you
**
I wrote this about a year ago.. strange how seasonal things like the first frost can wake old feelings as though they were new.
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if you found out you were dreaming, would you want to wake up?
Please don't interrupt me. That last sentence took a lot of effort to think of and now I have to think of another one.
I realised a strange thing
As the veil of sleep lifted from my mind
I discovered that my waking thoughts were
... Not of you
This morning was different.
As I looked out onto the clear
Frost bitten world
I did not wonder
Where you were
Or if you were awake
... Whether you thought of me.
The cooking smells wafting down the hall
Failed to impose hunger in my belly.
No, this morning as I woke
All I could do was probe my emptyness
... Looking for the pain
So I could paint it over with
Twelve coats of anaesthetic
... Hoping to kill the anguish
And make it through the day
Without thinking of you
Without hoping you thought of me too
... Without you
**
I wrote this about a year ago.. strange how seasonal things like the first frost can wake old feelings as though they were new.
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if you found out you were dreaming, would you want to wake up?
Please don't interrupt me. That last sentence took a lot of effort to think of and now I have to think of another one.
