4inmorning

Four in the Morning

She sat
And she waited
It was four
In the morning
And she still sat
In her chair
The fuzzy little chair
That had been recovered
And given to her
On her last birthday.
Everyone else
Had gone to bed.
It was four
In the morning
And yet she sat
In the chair
And waited.
Waited for him
To materialize
In her mind,
Back in front of her
And never to leave.
No,
She knew somewhere
In her mind
It wasn't possible
But she missed him
That much
She loved him
That much
And she just wanted to see him
That much.
A month
It had been
Since she last saw him
A month
Before he was gone
And yet
She could still see
His every feature.
His eyes,
So dark,
So deep.
His smile,
So sweet
So loving.
His hair,
So soft
So long.
His arms,
So open,
So comforting
She remembered
Everything about him
And for the upteenth time
Played his tape
Of him singing
To her
And she cried
For the upteenth time
As his voice
Soothed
Her every nerve.
Four in the morning
And she still sat
And waited.
For him
And as the tape ended
And his voice faded
The tears began to fall
Even faster
Than before
And she thought
For the upteenth time
About dieing
For she can't
She won't
Live without him
For he was her life
He was her world
And she rose in her chair
And walked to her window
Her third story window
And opened it.
The breeze filled her room
And for a second
She smelled him
For a second
She felt him
And as she was just about
To end her life
A thought
That voice
His voice
So soft
So sweet
Filled her head
His voice
Reassuring her that he loved her
And not to die
Because he loved her
And always had.
She cried even more.
And although she trusted him
Although she loved him
She couldn't live on
She wouldn't go on
Everyone was in bed
And she was there
With the open window
Standing
And waiting
For the time to fall
And as she took a step
To fall into him below
Her bedroom door flew open
And it was him!!!
She turned into his arms,
Loving him for being there.
And instead was not in his arms
But in the arms
Of her father

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