I waited up at the hotel that night
Actually I tried to get some shut eye
But they wouldn't shut
So I watched the hours pass
at one am I thought about cars
passing one another on a busy highway
At two I looked at the ceiling
symmetrical concrete beams
At three am I was all of a sudden aware
That I sought to distract myself from the lonliness
At four you arrived and i still hadn't slept
You were full of the energy of a busy nightclub
Your aura and your voice electrifying
I felt like a tired frustrated moribund
we barely slept the sun was already entering
hotel visitors could see into our room
The symmetrical concrete beams
And busy highways
clouding my mind
each time I attempted to close my eyes
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