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2:49 am
Hey, it's 2:49 am.
Shouldn't you be asleep?
I can't sleep.
Why?
I don't know.
There's this weight on my heart.
That’s stupid.
Just go to bed.
I can't go to bed.
You're talking to me.
Ignore me then.
I can't.
Why not?
Because you're the one sitting on my chest.
I am?
Why didn't you say anything?
Because I cannot see you.
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who do you think I am?
I think you're lonely.
I'm not lonely.
Sure you are.
I can feel your nails digging into my heart.
Who else could you be?
I don’t know.
But I'm not lonely.
You're not lonely.
Then why am I talking to you?
…
Hello?
Are you still here?
It's 2:49 am.
You should go to sleep.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction: How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
Comments
Michael Anthony
3 years 1 month ago
Love this A! Conversations
Love this A! Conversations with our hearts happen with their own timing, however inconvenient it may be. You captured a difficult discussion beautifully - well done!
Best.