I was rummaging through some old poetry for a project I'm working on and came across this. I wrote it sometime around 93-95.
7 am
Up all night being down
Dawn slowly fades into view
Thoughts of you race through a mind
Already clouded with insomnia Past and present blur into one
Focus on the now
That's all there is
You left last week
Goodbyes never do me well
Like withdrawal
Just not as pleasant
You'll be missed
Life is your memory
Love tattooed across my body
Exposed too long to the sun
Faded and blurry
But the stain never goes away