there are days and nights...and you

there are days when i am with thoughts only of you, thinking how blessed that reluctant day when you came, just before the sunrise when the clock struck twice, not to an hour but to a call to wake, from nights of chasing dreams, of unweaving tales - fantasies stuck in bitter truth, pills of death i would have swallowed had you not said, hey you, silly you...

there are nights when i catch myself staring at you, thinking how different it would be not to have you... to not be chatting for hours or a few, of things that matter only to us, to not be laughing at crazy jokes or senseless rants, to not be getting the flippant hugs, to not be muffling words in silent hmmmms, to not know i can and will ... with you...

there are times when i look at the mirror and see a smile, scarred as it is, remain in peace with a voice that whispers, i've loved and i'm loved ....and there's you...