3 2 3 A M

323 AM

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.

  One thought on “3 2 3 A M

  1. March 28, 2019 at 8:21 pm


    Liked by 1 person

burn baby burn

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