4am

Preface

You know those moments for which you wish you could grab the fabric of time and stretch it. For which you prayed that the Fates weave a longer tapestry. This was written in memory of such a moment. I was listening to Alysia Nicole Harris, one of my favourite poets and she was performing one of my favourite works of hers when she uttered this line, “Sometimes its a feast only to prepare you for the fast”. It stuck with me and so did that lost moment so I wrote this poem 4am as a way to purge….

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4am

We talked with our souls as our eyes wrestled time

Words spawned more words

We dallied each second, filled one long winter night with 3 years of longing

Familiar laughter wrapped us in a blanket of nostalgia.

You were the warmest of coldest winter nights

I held your hands tight,traced the outlines of your knuckles

I felt the scars from our last battle with distance.

It was a feast only to prepare us for the fast.

You left with the sunrise.