2 AM

Its 2am, she came again, crying for her sin…

I can’t take or pretend to know…

All of her suffering that’s deep within…

I can’t go back, for I am done…

The life she chose and is…is nothing more than her sum…

Enduring, never fleeting…

Our choices become our meaning…

She comes, she seeks, she tempts, she tries…

For all that I was and did that night, yet could not pull away…

In the dark of restless nights, thoughts come we believed were buried…

Often entwined in dreams that tell a story…Does our past become relentless in its reminder?

Or do we find solace that we escaped?

I let the dreams take me away…

That wash over me and try to stay…

But with each passing night, even more at bay…

Find your peace and leave my soul, my mind, my heart…

Let 2 am become my refuge, not my moment being torn apart…

You went to the dark, you didn’t have to, yet loved me enough to let go of my hand before…

You told me once, go home, this will only hurt you and make me believe we could be one…

I couldn’t, so I ran, I left you, I pray 2am is beginning to fade…

Loving one so hard, they will push you away...so you’ll survive…

I could not believe, yet you did, and that’s why I dream of you at 2am, for I am alive.