Two Am

It’s two am, and I should be sleeping.

But sleeping always belonged to me and you.

The days demands tugged us apart.

Irrevocably sleep tied us back together.

It’s two am and I am writing.

But writing traces my mind back to you.

You, my effervescent critic.

My work always a commonality for conversation.

It’s two am and a movie is playing.

But movies were and will always be yours.

Crappy cult classics and B-rated bombs.

They didn't seem quite as bad with your enigmatic enthusiasm.

It’s two am and I shouldn’t be drinking.

Drinking was always your vice.

Whiskey droplets on wiry stubble, beer breath.

Slurred Syllables was your language.

It’s two am and I should be sleeping.

And writing.

And watching a moving.

While not drinking.

With you.

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

yeah. sad one. two am around the world. universal s**t.

[The Twin Arenas]

fourth stanza read really well. Capitalizing Slurred Syllables was a nice touch.

[The Twin Arenas]

save a little steam for the weekend.