Once Upon A Midnight
Once upon a midnight,
The phone rings, breaking the silence.
It is you,
To see what’s up.
And on this same midnight,
I smile sleepily.
Talking in a quiet voice,
Hiding under the covers.
Once upon a midnight,
I had a dream….
That we were all together again, happy,
And all in good health, as I didn’t know.
And on this same midnight,
I awoke with tears in my eyes, for it was a dream.
And I flipped through yearbooks,
Wishing with my heart and soul it was true.
Once upon a midnight,
I awoke far too early.
Because the next day you could be gone,
And I called you and e-mailed you until I fell asleep.
On this same midnight,
I used far too many tears up.
And was determined to see you more,
Before the time came for you to leave, who knew when!
Once upon a midnight,
I couldn’t sleep.
So I crawled out of bed and watched the night,
Knowing tomorrow it would all be different.
On this same midnight,
I saw you on the lane.
And flew into your arms,
Most likely for the last time.
Now, on this midnight,
You are gone and I am here.
And I can’t sleep,
So I am writing this poem about so many different midnights.
2006-09-06
11:25:55
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