Poem: Two AM Text

It’s about two

through the window

I watch stars

I watch the moon

Though I feel the need

to pull the curtains to

I can’t keep

from texting you

Just one

one more message

that’s what I’ve said

since ten

Then

a notification

One more time

let me check

what text

she’s sent

Through low lids

blurry vision

I read

then laugh

like a kid

half awake

half in bed

typing something

I’ll probably regret

We just met

not even in person

yet this back and forth

has drifted to flirtin

Drifting like

me, in a way

in and out

of dream’s doorframe

Coz what you say

to me

couldn’t be

reality

Then again

anybody

can be anyone

on the other end

What is a dream

if not

imagination

pretend

Still

you have me

on the edge

of my bed

like I’m dangling

from a cliff

one fingertip

in this book

of fiction

Breathless

awaiting

your next

text

So, tonight is my first night sleeping in my car. I’m actually finding it rather enjoyable. Uncomfortable, but enjoyable. It’s well past midnight and I’m texting this certain someone–ahem, the poem.

Anyway, I have to get to sleep soon somehow. Me and her are going hiking in the morning and if I’m too tired I’ll die at the bottom of the first hill. Not a great first impression.

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