Losing My Midnight Sun. Poem by Jessica Price

Four o' Eight, I lie awake,
Waiting for sleep to come,
To drag me under and never let me resurface,
For I hate what time has done.

But when I close my eyes
I still see your porcelain features
glowing under the light of the moon,
On that final night of happiness,
Before the world was so cruel.

A rock at my window at three twenty a.m.
What a cliché!
Tip-toeing down to your warm, welcoming arms,
Knowing I'm safe there.

Under the street lamps glare we walk hand in hand,
fingers intwined.
I wish I had the strength to hold on
and never let go.

I see the bright future
in your eyes,
Endless eyes
Losing my train of thought.

On my doorstep,
You lean down to kiss me goodnight
Electricity jolts through me,
And my excelerated heart is all to be heard in the darkness.

Your fingertips trace my check bones, So lightly,
Fire spreads from your touch.
As you vanish
I creep back to bed.

When I wake I have the feeling I'd been sleeping for a long time.
The tear filled eyes of my parents
huddled on the couch worries me.

A million thoughts pass through my head
But none,
None are quite as painful as reality.

I slide to the floor as my mother fills me in,
One tiny moan is all that escapes my frozen lips
He didn't suffer she says,
Over and over until there's a hollow ringing in my ears.
No, But I will.