Too Long

Its getting too hard now, angel to convince myself you love me. Its been too long since I felt your warmth each minute that ticks pass is longer each second that deafens me louder and i am so without you. are you without me, angel? do you struggle through the hours and the minutes and the nights? Do you wake up in a sweat knowing i am not beside you hoping I am not beside someone else? Do you miss me, angel? do you pray and beg and curse every gods name you can utter in the hope that it will bring me back in the hope that it will speed up time in the vain, unrealistic hope that it will make things easier on you? on me? Do you wonder what I'm thinking doing saying eating dreaming reading singing? angel?? does it prevent you from sleep pondering my every move? do you wonder who i talk to, angel? what i say, how i say it and why? or is it me? am i too in love with you? too concerned? too worried? insecure? because I do all these things, angel. I worry and curse and pray and beg I dampen my pillow with tears all for you I miss you my love, my angel It has been too long. Written August 26th, 2001 © on Jan 20 2002 08:28 AM PST, Sarah. S   0 • 1