It’s 2:39 and I can’t go to sleep
There’s too much space.
How can someone so big be so small?
Balanced, hugging the pillow
You make eye contact with the wall
While I count each turn of the ceiling fan.
The space between us holds so much
We sleep wounded and wake up afraid
Share morning coffee and a kiss
With a good-bye and I-love-you.
We survive our day dreading our night
To lay in silence once more
Connecting with walls and ceiling fans
With too much space between us.
It’s 2:39 and I can’t go to sleep
Because of all that space.
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Author: A.J. Goode
I am a romance novelist, single mother of three, and a high school lunchlady. To be completely honest, I have no idea which of those jobs is the most rewarding and which is the biggest challenge. I love them all.
I write romance novels about the kind of people who might pass me on the street every day. My characters are often hurting in some way, and need to learn to trust others in order to heal themselves.
I also blog about trying to focus on writing, and about my day-to-day experiences in small-town America. I write about life. The good, the bad, and the just plain odd.
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