Obviously I felt bad when I wrote this. Couldn’t sleep either.
Texting in the night that I laid my head down early
I went to bed early to keep myself from missing her
In the still time of darkness when you feel most alone
But I woke at midnight or what would have been
For the hour of twelve didn’t exist
Because of daylight saving
My 11 o’clock turned straight to 1
I missed the time
I woke up early but it skipped over me
Isn’t that what I wanted
To get through the night
To get rid of the night
And forget about my one true love
It felt like romance was stolen
As day was saved
I had to let her know how I felt
So I poured my feelings into my phone
And sent them through walls,
Past people, up into the sky,
Into a satellite that shot directly to her
In seconds even though she was miles away
As if I had cupids spiritual arrow
But when it hit her phone she didn’t reply
So maybe my time with her is gone
Like the hour that never came
Copyright © 2012 by Lloyd Emery. All rights reserved.
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