It’s cold outside.
Dark, too.
It’s about 4am, last I looked.
I lie on my back,
Staring at the ceiling.
A car drives past,
Its lights illuminating my ceiling.
As the car turns down another road,
My room slowly returns to darkness.
I find myself wishing that I could speak with you,
If only for a few minutes.
To talk to you,
To tell you about my day,
To ask how you’ve been since I last saw you.
To bake and decorate some cookies,
Then sit down with you to eat them.
Maybe watch a movie,
Do some arts and crafts.
Anything that means getting to spend more time with you.
My alarm goes off,
Telling me that it’s 6:30 and time to get up,
Up out of bed.
Up out of my head,
Up out of my fantasies,
Out of my dreams, hopes, and wishes.
Because this is reality:
I’m on the ground,
But you’re in the stars.
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Author:
Just jojo (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2024 11:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this after my grandma died, no harsh comments please
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Howdy my friend! 👋
Really enjoyed this poem!
Very touching and poignant
really pulls on
the heartstrings! 😢
Best regards!
Thad
Felt this deeply
Sending hugs!
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