awake.

Sometimes I lay at night

awake at 5 a.m.

I really don’t know why

but the world is cold and dead.

I hear the birds are sleeping,

awoken dog or two,

but what right now I’m missing

is really really you.

And in this dark dark time

I’m feeling kinda sad.

To be alone at nights

is very very bad.

Awake at 5 a.m.

is not a good idea

so I’d better write a poem

and go back to my bed.

V.