It was 5 am when he left, he took nothing with him.
Middle of summer, the sun hadn't risen yet, the clouds were low, the roads were wet.
It was 5am when he left, he took nothing with him.
I felt a soft kiss on my cheek, a caress through my hair
my eyes not yet open, tired limbs reaching out in the bed we share.
And before I had time to react, there was nobody there.
It was 5am when he left, he took nothing with him.
I didn't know his alarm silently set.
In the shadows he went, the door slowly closing
A last "I love you," whispered, as I continued dreaming.
He took everything with him, at 5am when he left.
About the Creator
Abbey Streett
Life spoken through poetry.
Everything hurts
and nothing is free.
Currently a stay at home mama to two wonderful, crazy kiddos. Finding my voice through poetry, and desperately finding time to read and write.
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