2:43 am
I'm still awake.
And it's 2:43 in the morning.
I've exhausted each thought
Running circles around you
The most beautifully complicated thoughts
Seem to come at 2:43
But the deepest wounds seem to reopen as well
Always at 2:43
Open blinds
My pillow wet with tears
The reason for them long forgotten
At 2:43, I could be sleeping
But instead, as you know,
I lie awake
Drowning in your misery
I replay in my mind
The stranger I've seemed to become to you
No
You're the stranger
You're my stranger
The one who holds my darkest parts
Who carries the heaviest promises
I wonder again,
At 2:43
If you're wearing the same grey t-shirt
Your wore on that night
Last fall
What did I do this time to push you so far?
And this is what goes through my head
When my eyes are heavy
At 2:43am
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