Nighttime hour

The time has come,

I need to go to sleep.

But in the nighttime hour I weep

Of broken promises

And chances missed.

And it doesn't feel like I exist.

I close my eyes,

I wipe them dry,

Think of everything I need to hide.

You cross my mind

If ever so slightly.

I once thought you could understand me.

Were you a chance missed,

A broken promise,

Or just a dream that couldn't exist?

You've let me go,

And asked me too

Release my every grip on you.

Now I am here,

Between the sheets

As the darkness starts to bleed.

Remembering you,

Just as a thought,

Everything that we were not.

The time has passed,

I should have slept.

But in this nighttime hour,

I only wept.