I wrote this poem in my brother's truck at 9 PM (sorry to go against the 2AM theme but it might as well have been).
Meaning where there isn't,
A single crack in the glass windshield.
Driving as the street lamps dance their reflection in the break.
Only two weeks left.
The world will change and so will we.
No one knows how the crack got there,
But it stays, glistening,
And reconnecting down the line.
I know you'll come back,
Or at least I hope you do.
How will we have changed? Our time glistening apart from each other.
But at the end the crack reconnects,
Two semi-separated panes
becoming one?
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2:00 AM Poetry
PoetryAny Taylor Swift fan knows the appeal of 2AM as some obscure, yet romantic, haunting, and magical time. Most of these poems were likely written by me at 2AM, like how I am creating this right now. Some of these poems will be funny, some will be s...
