3AM

a sudden chill –
         i own nothing.
not even this love
or sweat
or all the piles of regret
i accumulate
or the quiet dust
i lay with
or the way we framed
our bedroom.

i take nothing with me
save this
one last thought  –
your shadow leaving
is a distortion
of its former self.

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4 Comments

Filed under insomnia, poem, poetry, stream of consciousness

4 responses to “3AM

  1. Reverberating truth, that's for sure!

  2. Reverberating truth, that's for sure!

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