The kids are alright-Mattie Sochacki
Moving On
Caroline Thompson
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.