Moving On

Posted on May 5, 2026 by The Living Hand Staff

When it’s 2 am and the night drowns out all noise

And I sit up in my bed as my small orange lamp illuminates

the windows on the opposite side of my room

and I look out across the driveway to your bedroom window.

When it’s 2 am

And I remember the times we would stay up late

And you would tell me to look outside so

you could wave and I could smile

As if to say goodnight,

feeling like you were by my side

when I couldn’t be with you at 2 am.

When it’s 2 am and I lay awake in my bed,

remembering how it felt to be in your arms

I can almost feel you next to me when it’s 2 am

And I’m left alone to my thoughts

Thoughts of you,

Thoughts of us,

When it’s 2 am, you always come to mind.

It’s been a year but I still can’t help but think of you

Now it’s 2 am and I realize that I never moved on as I thought I did.

But as the days pass by

2 am starts to feel like freedom

Freedom from your old restrictions

Freedom to have my thoughts to myself rather than

Ruminating on our past together

When it’s 2 am and I can start to find comfort in the loss of us

And I can instead begin to look ahead.

When it’s 2 am I now can sleep soundly by myself

Without the thoughts of you coming to my head.