Lines At 4 AM


Surely the spring of passions now is past
Each flower, lasting less long than the last
Soon lies, a memory, beneath the trees
Its perfume drifting back along the breeze

I want you
I do not want you
I do not want to want you
My eyes do not water
As I just sit there
Gazing blankly
Across our


That I felt
Was not real
Walking you home
Coldly calm in the cold
Or leaning silent as silences
Lengthened just waiting
Until you at last said
“Good night then”

We all change after all
We’re both a little older now
I am not so afraid of your indifference
That little wound you made in me
To be honest now is no worse
Than the one I made in you

And we’re still almost young
And there’s enough time remaining
For us to play, to laugh, to flirt
And maybe to try and love
Yes, we have lots of time
But we never give ourselves
Just quite enough sleep
To completely heal
Our little wounds


Note: there is an Easter egg in this poem.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 22, 2011, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I will never say goodnight, it’s too much to bare, I find my self awake the most just to relive memories, (even if pretending to sleep). How does sleep heal the wounds? when they aren’t around I sleep too much and never feel intact…

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    • Who said it would be swift, or ever complete? A lost limb will never regenerate in this lifetime, but its loss does not need to prevent a disciplined meditator from eventually attaining enlightenment. Detachment is not concerned with the loss of a limb or two.

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