Some Nights

Some nights
I just want to cry myself to sleep.
It’s always those nights
when I don’t have you next to me.

I’ve cried myself to sleep
more nights
than I would ever care to count.
But still, I’m here.
And you are not.

Some nights
I just want to tell you about
these nights,
when all I can think about
is you.
But somehow, I don’t.
And I know I’ll regret it
come morning.

©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.