Just a winter morning
Waking me up wrongly at three or four,
My mind the only brightened thing
In this darkened house.
I wake up from my bed
Turning to my spot at the window,
Leering outside on the empty street
Pondering on the kind of day it has been.
Recollecting all the faces that were seen today,
Remembering all the conversations that were had.
Rethinking all the words that were said today,
Visualizing all the pages that were read.
It’s all a big blur
Like a day without specs.
Except that 25 minute conversation with her,
That I remember so distinctly.
It was a normal conversation,
Nothing other than the usual.
Although it was a special individual,
That made it all so real.
And suddenly my thoughts
That were once slow went into overdrive.
And what was once a broken sleep
Turned into a struggle.
While the time stood still
And the hours went by.
As the darkness turned to light
And it all faded away.