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Insomniacs Delight

Insomniacs Delight

A 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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Added on June 6, 2013
Last Updated on June 6, 2013