Writer's Block: Night tremors
What keeps me up at night,
is remembering what I was going to say to you.
But didn't.
What keeps me up at night,
are the memories of when we'd have lunch in the park
while the rain poured down.
What keeps me up at night,
is waiting for you to call, to say something, anything.
I'm still waiting.
What keeps me up at night,
are the nightmares I have, among others,
the ones of you drifting out to sea.
What keeps me up at night,
are the incessant reminders
of how I messed everything up.
But what helps me to stay asleep
is knowing that I'll see you tomorrow.
Your face one of the first to greet me.
And I'll have an infinite number of chances
to make light conversation
or just to say, "Hi"
is remembering what I was going to say to you.
But didn't.
What keeps me up at night,
are the memories of when we'd have lunch in the park
while the rain poured down.
What keeps me up at night,
is waiting for you to call, to say something, anything.
I'm still waiting.
What keeps me up at night,
are the nightmares I have, among others,
the ones of you drifting out to sea.
What keeps me up at night,
are the incessant reminders
of how I messed everything up.
But what helps me to stay asleep
is knowing that I'll see you tomorrow.
Your face one of the first to greet me.
And I'll have an infinite number of chances
to make light conversation
or just to say, "Hi"