Somewhere in the night
you're in your bed
tucked in with your thoughts,
your head making its
familiar dimple in the pillow
where I loved to bury my face.
Your him-scent was fresh there,
like it always was on you.
Somewhere in the night
do you also think of me
and wonder where I am
and if I ever think of you?
And in between dreams,
do you you wrestle
with the could be’s and
might have been’s
the same as I do?
How I wish for morning
to come and bring the day.
Always in the night
the minutes slow and
even seconds linger longer,
your soul always by my side,
in the sorry place
where love must stay
when it can’t fade away
or give in to sleep.
Your spirit is by my side
in the place where love goes
when it can’t fade
and won't sleep.
There is no better way to end this poem. Night-silence can be both a comforting and torturous time of reflection, writing the script of could be's and might have been's.
Great Poem Hugs
Rusty
Destiny's Journey, judged Best Western in the Easychair Bookshop competition.
Family deception kept Jennifer O’Malley from marrying her first love ten years ago, West Point officer, Glen Herrington. Now a Civil War widow, she leaves war-torn Richmo
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in the place where love goes
when it can’t fade
and won't sleep.
There is no better way to end this poem. Night-silence can be both a comforting and torturous time of reflection, writing the script of could be's and might have been's.
Great Poem Hugs
Rusty
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