Insomniacs DelightA Poem by Patrick McCombs
In your hand there was a coffee cup
As I walked into the kitchen you looked up For a second we locked eyes And I saw something in you rise We both glanced at the clock on the wall It was 3:37 AM and time had slowed to a crawl Unable to sleep through the night An insomniacs delight We sat together at the kitchen table Trying to keep one another stable Out side we heard a car race past We tried to figure out why he was going so fast Who he was, or where he was going But alas there was no way of knowing Then the birds were awake and singing their songs And I think I heard you humming along We broke down and opened a gallon of chocolate chip As we ate you talked about your ideal trip You said you wanted to go to France That you just wanted to take a chance To see the rolling countryside But the opportunity is always denied Through the window we see the sun start to rise The weak light hurting our eyes Your face was half soaked in the pale morning light We decide to try and get more sleep "Tonight © 2013 Patrick McCombs |
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