It’s 3am and you are on my mind again.
I went to an open mic poetry event tonight, everyone bared witness to the aftermath as recorded in my dialog. The confusion, the question. They saw the look on my face as I reminded the universe though verse. That i daily get further and further away from loving you. 3am is always a challenge. Not because my mind is tried, not because I miss the glow. But because it was 3am that I can recall so many times I would wake up next to you, see the rise and fall of your breath, gently grab your hand. Fingers intertwined, and fall back asleep.