Three thirty-three in the morning
I awaken, drenched in sweat.
I turn on the fan,
waiting for sleep to return
wishing that you were beside me.
Three thirty-three in the morning
I awaken, drenched in sweat.
I turn on the fan,
waiting for sleep to return
wishing that you were beside me.
The thought of you
not being there,
laying my hand upon —
feeling the cold
loving spot
disappointingly bare.
Knowing your thoughts
are truly with me
i feel safe without dispare
knowing you love me
and truly care!
That is a longer, rhymier way of saying the same thing. 🙂
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“Three thirty-three in the morning” I like this thank you for this poem
It was a noteworthy time!
I’m wearing the tee shirt. It’s no fun missing someone.
xxx Mammoth Hugs xxx
Ah, David. 😦 Hugs to you. What a road you’ve had.
I’m just out of town on a conference. You’ve reminded me how blessed I am that I will be going home to the embrace in a few days.
3:30 am Wake-up Call. Sounds like a Hot Flash/Night Sweats moment. I have a lot of those.
It was a hot night, but I think it was more new neighbourhood, different noises. I had to put on the fan though. Unseasonably warm in Calgary, but cooled down today.
My husband has been away on an artists retreat since the beginning of July. This really hit home…lovely….
Those pesky artists!
That’s kind of what I’m up to, hanging out with lots of writers. Not so long at it though.
This is so sad. I’ve definitely been there before. I love how clear and concise this poem it but how large of a message it sends. Great poem!
Thanks Jessi.
Been there!
😦
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