Two a.m.
and I cannot sleep. Today I backed
down from a dispute with a friend,
let fear of losing silence me.
So many losses these last few years,
one more felt like one too many.
I squelched my voice, shoved it down,
but after lights out, the argument
erupted in my head. What should I,
could I have said? Would she have heard
me? Would we have parted or come together?
Too late. I didn’t speak, so I don’t know
and now I only argue with my pillows.
7 thoughts on "Two a.m."
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Wow, this is so good!
Relatable! Well done!
I’m going to keep your advice in mind-I need it right now. Thanks.
What a powerful poem. You so well portrayed a universal dilemma.
Powerful poem of 2am musings.
You may not say it with your mouth, but your pen is mighty!
Powerful second guessing poem so relatable!