I Can Hear You Talking December 29, 2007
Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : Pathos Poetry , trackbackI wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys
Looking for the clock
It’s 3 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den
Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
You look up from the phone
But don’t say goodbye
I’ll come to bed soon
Let me finish with this
And you send me back
With a quick little kiss
I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys
Looking for the clock
It’s 4 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
You’re not in the den
I hear you upstairs
Your voice muffled and low
My heart is breaking
And I climb the stairs slow
Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
I am not ready yet
Have you come to spy?
I lay there in the dark
With wide opened eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys
Looking for the clock
It’s 5 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den
I can’t sleep honey
Will you please come to bed?
Try some sleeping pills
I can’t believe what you said
My heart is breaking
I fall asleep denied
The alarm is beeping
You’re asleep at my side
I wake to morning light
And open my eyes
At least you aren’t talking
To those other guys
Looking for the clock
It’s off to work I go
I steal a goodbye kiss
You don’t even know
I come home for lunch
But you are still in bed
The phone sitting there
By the side of your head
Will you wake for me now?
I slip into bed
You say you are tired
I can hold you instead
The phone rings like clockwork
I open my eyes
Will you be too tired?
Will you talk to those guys?
Back to work I go
To finish up my day
Hoping to come home
And steal your heart away
You’re already busy
Talking on the phone
I am so tired now
I go to bed alone
I wake up in the dark
And open my eyes
I can hear you talking
To those other guys
Looking for the clock
It’s 3 A.M. again
I stumble out of bed
And into the den
Will you come to bed now?
I ask with a sigh
You look up from the phone
But don’t say goodbye
*To read other poems that I have written, please check out the poetry section of my blog and the collection posted in my poetry scrapbook.
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kick her to the curb, conrad. you don’t deserve this crap. sound coarse, sounds crude, an uncivil way to deal with betrayal?? no one, male or female deserves this. i hate it when women or men don’t have the chutzpah to leave and the kindness to say good bye.
She left June 4th, 2007, while I was out of town on a business trip. The poem is about my experiences during the months before she left.
I like it… it does a have a lyrical quality to it… puts your ordeal in perspective- not that Rachel would see it that way, of course
I stumbled across this, and in some ways feel like I’m prying into someone’s diary…
I don’t know how to express the sorrow I feel at what you are going through, having been the victim of such behavior as well in the past I know the heartache and pain which threatens to overwhelm.
I’m very very sorry…
Conrad I have loved your poetry for almost ten years now. It is sad to see you were hurt again.. It seems the best poems come…
and comment cut off there for some reason
It’s like I was there walking the same road with you. I have been there before and am sorry for your pain and loss.