Two AM Thoughts [HIATUS]
While others were soundly asleep, here she was, widely awake. Thinking of the Possibilities. Thinking about What Ifs.
She wanted to let go. She wanted to move on. But every 2am the memory haunts on.
She needed a listener. She needed reprieve. And writing is the only way, to channel her sorrow and grief.
(A narrative poem)
#26 in Poetry as of 06/16/17