AT 2 A

AT 2 A.M

how close you are at 2 a.m.,

as silent as my almost tears that
disappear in upward spirals of smoke.

these dreams, faint specters,
shatter my sleepless night.

whose voice do i hear
when my soul wants to sing
like a wild bird in flight?

is it your sorrow i see
when i look at your face,
or my heart's poor reflection
in your mirror?

~ Broken Wings ~

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