Break of Day

Between the break of day and before night engulfs my day to consume my thoughts that I had made along the way, through the tears of the short time before I fall asleep and before I wake I recall the memories I'm trying so hard to shake. Slowly you let me in first your friend and then your lover, not I don't know if I'm one or the other, am I one in the same to you still,,,, these wakeful nights and wakeless mornings have got my mind in a stand still...

Groping between the break of day and before night falls, the tears run down my face longing for your embrace, just a word of comfort or even a note that says Hi, the silent moments is this your way of saying goodbye? Morning comes, and coffee consumed, crazy traffic, a perky smile and a warm hello to the office and I look at your face sitting on my desk, watching me work as to say I'm here, but not here.

Wondering between the break of day and before night falls after all is said and done sometimes I feel the writing on the walls through the course of my veins, the words that run deep, reminding me of the memories I'm so hard trying to let go but they want to keep, poisoning though with hurt in mind, when all I want is the dream in my mind a reality

Dreaming between the break of day and when night falls, memories that we share, that we made, that we/or me long for, the embrace at night when I go to sleep, the candle lit dinners so romantically, the sexy steamy nights that are embedded in our/my own little world, the walks in the park, holding me tight, playing with our kids/my kids remembering the events of the day, sharing our/my love and life... the dream you promised me that would be a reality... when all I see is my heart standing still...