The 2am Sadness
She said,
“Joy, no more tears.”
And I said OK.
But that was before I considered,
that I’d be up at
random hours of the night,
reliving the heartbreak he caused.
That was before
the 2 a.m.’s found me
and the tears illegally fell.
That was before the rage set in,
and I felt trapped in this hell.
That was before I realized,
I no longer had him to call,
I no longer had him at all.
I no longer had him
as the one to make it right,
to make me laugh from his jokes,
to randomly text
about random things,
to which he’d promptly respond,
because he loved me you see.
Instead I’m stuck in this reality
that no longer includes him.
“No tears.”
“OK”
A premature promise.
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