Out of the speakers, 3 2 3 A M
moon sailing thru window
blues, you
my heart humming pain
feel as though I’m staggering
from star to star
in search of you.
No, I know
too many stars to kick over
not enough oxygen to linger in space
at 3 2 3 A M, where nothing maintains
nor accepts change.
Ain’t it silly how a heart
full of pain can rhyme
I know
nights like this by name.
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