This time in the morning
Never meant anything to me
Other than driving
Father to train
Up sometimes
Before or with
The sun
Roads pass
Lights on
Barely any people
Get home
Back to bed
Sound asleep
Never a second thought
Until now
Until you
Day in and
Day out
Like clock work
Without fail
I wait
I wait
And smile
It is
6:30am
When I get
Your call
Your message
It is the only thing
That will make me
Lighten at that ung-dly hour
Even the sun
Can't chase away
Those thoughts
Come first
No matter
The dreams
The nightmares
The insomnia
6:30am
I know
What to expect
As I get back
And curl up
Under my blanket
That's when I listen
When I hear
What I knew was coming
It's become
A ritual
Never do I
Enter dreamland again
Without going
Thru those motions
It's your voice
That soothes
That deep rumble
Like thunder
Over the sea
Once I finish
With your updates
I can close my eyes
Smile again
Let the Sandman
And the angel dust
Do its rightful job
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PoetryThis is my second poetry book. Book 1 is published on Amazon.com and is called "Out of the Abyss". This collection of poems shows my life at a time when everything was going well and then it wasn't. A lot happened between 2009 and 2012. Every book...
