The Sirens Sound, It's 5 Am Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

The sirens sound, it's 5 AM
I'm still alive, I think I am
The sirens aren't for me
It's for them

The cars race down the Avenue
The fire trucks honk their horns
I can hear them but they're out of view
My first thought is to think of you

I'm startled and think of fire
Someone hurting across town
As the call comes across the wire
And the smoke rises higher

I say a silent prayer
that nobody is harmed
but I still feel alarmed
I think of you and feel unarmed

I need you more than I say
It hurts so much that we’re far away
I wonder if you think of me anyway
I wish things weren't this way

The birds are waking up in the nearby tree
The owl in the distance hoots, as if to me
In your arms is where I wish I could be
I dream of you lying next to me

and suddenly I feel so lonely
I can't go on much longer living this way
We need to rearrange life somehow
So we can start a life together

Why can’t I say it out loud
Why is it stuck inside me
The word I need somehow to say…
..stay!