I have changed the numbers on my watch,
And now perhaps something else will change.
Now perhaps
at precisely 2 a.m.
you will not get up
and gathering your things together
go forever.
Perhaps now you will find it is
far too early to go,
or far too late,
and stay forever.
- Brian Patten –
Passion, kisses, naked bodies hungry for each other… silence, sighs, wrinkled sheets…
He’s sleeping and she looks at him and swallows back the tears.
“Does he feel where he sleeps, at home or with me? Does he feel any difference in his sleep?” she thought and sighed. This was a completely different sigh from the one which came out of her mouth 20 minutes ago. This sigh was heavy, tired, weak, sad and unwelcomed by the quite silence of the room.
No, she never felt used. It was her free will and her soul’s choice. Some people love and feel happy; some others feel the pain… She didn’t know if the pain was stronger than the love by now.
She didn’t know many things, but in one thing she was certain. Exactly in one hour his alarm clock will wake up waking them up too. She’ll pretend that she’s half asleep, although she will not close her eyes just before the alarm sets on. He will wake up slowly. His face will show relief when he’ll see that she’s sleeping, he’ll kiss her cheek, put on his clothes and slowly disappear. Like a dream, like a nightmare or simply like a married man, who was visiting his mistress…
Every time she’ll torture herself imagining what happens once he gets home. Each time she’ll make a new scenario and feel the dull pain…
Every time she’ll promise herself that this will be the last time for the alarm clock waking up at 2 a.m.
And every time there are new 2 a.m’s …. and always the same unkept promise
