I can't sleep. <br /> <br />I'm not sure what's keeping me up all night anymore. <br /> <br />It could be the ghost I failed. <br /> <br />Or mabye it could be the jerk next door, beating his wife. <br /> <br />Or the woman laying next to me, I've already forgotten her name. <br /> <br />Or it could be the memories resting in the back of my head, my most recent happy memories. <br /> <br />My memories...of a cute girl I was once attracted to. <br /> <br />My memories...of a pretty girl I'm attarcted to. <br /> <br />My memories...of a beautiful girl I've been and will be attracted to. <br /> <br />We play around almost every day. <br /> <br />We act sweet almost every day. <br /> <br />I can feel her heartbeat, she can't feel mine. <br /> <br />I can see when she's distracted, I'm distracted by her only, so she never catchs me distracted. <br /> <br />My last moment with her…we sat together, and she laid on my chest. <br /> <br />I couldn't tell if my heart betrayed my feelings or not... <br /> <br />But the one thing I do know is that although it hurt for her to lay on my hurt side, the warmth and weight of her body gently pressed against my own was wondrous. <br /> <br />Everyday I wonder if she knows about my feelings, and everyday I go home a little more dissatisfied that she can't figure me out. <br /> <br />But above all else right now, I know what I would say to <br />Isomeone who asked me who I would like to spend my last moments with. <br /> <br />It would be her.<br /><br />Adrian Cordova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-moment-5/
