#1
I can't sleep.
It's 3am, and the only
thing echoing in my head
is silence
and memories of times...
I don't know if I could call them happy times,
but they were times
we spend together,
and I'm scared that
those times are all that
I'll have left of you.
Where did the time go?
One second, I was young
and in love, I didn't
have a care in the world,
and the next,
I'm here.
#2
reading this piece i feel that the narrator is having trouble sleeping because of overthinking things like a type of relationship with a love one, a pet, or job related.