I’m up its 2am
I want to hear you talk.
I went for a walk just came back,
Life’s not bad but something’s missing.
It’s not even love, it’s not even sex, it’s something I really don’t understand.
It’s 2am and I want to talk.
It makes me sleep less nowadays,
My assignments stay due and I’m losing my pace.
I don’t know if it’s apathy or my lack of sleep.
I don’t know if it’s been there all along.
I’m slowly drifting away from the reality of you gone.
Walking through the walkway.
Delay. Delay. Delay.
All the meetings.
Now I’m walking down the road alone, somewhere.
It is 2 am and I need peace.
I want to hear you speak.
Silence is one hell of a guilty pleasure.
Once it is there for a longer period,
I begin to reason, unnecessary questions.
It’s 2am and I’m in my bed.
I want to talk.
It’s a plentiful of thoughts and a pile of undone work.
I am still up but uneasy.
So, talk to me, please.
It’s 2am and I’m searching for you.
Come lay beside me.
It’s 2am and you’re my only escape.
I stay awake, losing you.
You in my head are nowhere to be found.
Where are you?
Maybe, floating through my