Passing Time

Passing Time

A Poem by alex-marie
"

lonely pillow talk.

"
Passing Time                                      

2:00am

It's 2 am, drifting in and out of consciousness,
your presence creeps in,
just a ghost in the walls.
This way i keep you alive,
crawling inside my head through my ear,
i should get away from here,
but something won't let me leave.

3:00am


They say 3 am is the time for lonely lovers,
but this love is just a camouflage,
for a resemblance of rage.
your world, you said i was,
with galaxies in your eyes.
But what worth is a world to the universe,
head buried in the pillow-i cry.
Why could we never just 'be'?
i feel my anger swelling,
i swim into its sea.

4:00am


4 am and the birds start to sing,
more awake now than before,
though your presence is fading,
i weep.
It's sad to think now, the only time I'll get to spend with you,
is in my halfhearted sleep.
Why is that phrase so familiar?

5:00am


Still empty, still lonely, still broken,
for you? I'm not sure.
Lying awake in bed,
feeling the spot on my chest, where you used to rest your head.
There is nothing left.

6:00am

You've gone now, absent in my thoughts,
gently easing off the pain.
But even with my seams stitched tightly,
no doubt, scars will remain.
Like how your eyes still catch the light the right way,
but our hearts don't beat the same.

Note to self:
That's why love's a funny thing,
the way it lingers in your mind,
no matter what you do,
but in certainty you may rely,
on the passing of time.
The hardest part is forgetting those,
who not only gave you things to remember,
but those you swore you would never forget.
But now it's okay, with this comes repose,
and waking each day, no pressure to exist,
no demands of your being,
just a loneliness to suppress,
nothing to be imposed.  And with time, my dear, recovery arose.



© 2014 alex-marie


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alex-marie
Transcribed exactly how it was initially written.

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ANM
Time it controls so much of what we are .... Lovely poem well penned.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very relatable and beautiful poem. Love the structure.

Posted 10 Years Ago


alex-marie

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it x
Very nice.
Time is a great healer.

Posted 10 Years Ago


alex-marie

10 Years Ago

Thank you very much x
Well done! This is unique with the time indicators and that is nice. We have all been there in that type of strong feeling or loneliness. Feelings of love never leave us entirely do they?
They seem to linger as though trying to help us achieve utopia, although not possible when we aren't even seeing them anymore!

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DJ
You have captured a snapshot in time,many of us have experienced,well done!

Posted 10 Years Ago


alex-marie

10 Years Ago

Thank you so much
DJ

10 Years Ago

Thank you,you inspired "Ode to a Girl".

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Added on August 3, 2014
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Tags: love, loss, relationships, hate, breakup, challenges, poetry, intimacy, affection, separation

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London, United Kingdom



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