Woken Hours

I try to think

Of the answers

To the questions

I keep asking

Then something else

Distracts me

Leaving trails of

Lost ideas

In my head

Floating endlessly

In spaces I never fill

Waking me late at night

Greeting me early

And I am laying near you

Wondering when you will wake

Sleeping so sweetly

And I won't wake you

I try to think

Of why I stay here

Looking at your composed

23 year old face

Laying on a bed of knowledge

And assurance

Wishing I could be that certain

Looking up at the ceiling

I try to remember why

I said yes

Ideas festering on memories

I have kept

And I hear awful words

Describing dooming fates

Looking back at you however

Comforts me

And I try to sleep