• I look at the clock, its four am.
    the exact time he would walk out my door
    his cologne still fills the hallway and the smell of
    his shampoo still covers my hands from our intimate encounter

    my heart pounds like every other night
    beating to the same pace every time the door closes
    these feelings have come across me with no control,
    no warning and has hit me like a truck.

    the thought has always crossed my mind to why.
    why haven't our feelings been expressed with words?
    is it only the intimacy that you want, come and go as you please?
    I fill with rage with the thought , but yet I still let it occur.

    these feelings pound in my chest every time you step in my doorway,
    with that smirk splashed all over your face
    I open my mouth to tell you how I feel but I am a mute.
    they just thrash inside my brain, scream inside my mind until the clocks ticks,
    its four am and once again your gone..