It is 4:43 am, & nothing feels right
I am tossing and turning, 
I can't sleep tonight
The thoughts are racing, 
I wish they'd turned off with the light..
I rebuke the thoughts with all my might
looking out the window, 
I say good bye to the twilight, 
try to reminisc on our sweet delight
trying to forget any and every lil fight
wishing that history I could rewrite
I will lay with my eyes closed despite
it will just be me in a continuing pillow fight
Things have altered, wonder if flames will ignite?
this dewy morn I feel so contrite
As the 5 o-clock hour is in sight
I'll finish this poem, & sleep I'll invite
the dawning of a new light.