I Can'T Sleep, How About You? Poem by Adrian Cordova

I Can't Sleep, How About You?

I spent the night in silence.

I heard someone playing on a flute next door.

It reminded me of the day I finally really started to get to know you.

I spent the night in silence.

I heard someone playing an acoustic guitar in a lullaby that could have caused a sleeping baby to cry (joyfully) next door.
 
This reminds me of that time you opened up to me, the first time I had cared for someone on a level that I hadn't acheived in a lifetime.

I spent the night in silence.

I heard someone singing a beautiful melody next door.

That reminded me of the time I left town, when I couldn't stop thinking of you, when I came home early to suprise you.

I spent the night in silence.

I heard a baby grand piano playing a sadening rhapsody to soothe a lost soul.

I was reminded of all those days we spent, sitting in the sun; I wondered what was in your head, and was slowly dying with the secret in my heart.

I spent the night in silence.

I heard a lyre played as a requiem that would have brought a goddess to her knees.

I'm thinking about how to get this off my chest, how you will accept this but I just can't seem to get ahold of anything.

I'm tired of this, if you can't figure me out by the time I leave town the next time, I'm gonna leave for good.

And I'll tell you what, I've got no time for feeling sorry.