Why
The clock ticks loud and clear,
It's like a pounding in my head,
Making me re-live what just happened,
As if once somehow wasn't enough.
I look out the window at the night sky,
Still and black; I can easily relate to that,
Somehow the still of the night soothes me,
Knowing you are out there; breathing the same air.
Copyright © Ashleigh Nicholson | Year Posted 2009
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