It's 3am and I'm wide awake. It's September and I can't sleep. I'm up writing poems about you that come so naturally you'd think we've known each other decades. I can't breathe. We had no resolution. No epilogue. No closure. Someone burned the book our story was written in before it was completed. I am restless.
It's 3am and I'm wide awake. It's November and I'm scared I'm going to lose you again. I can't believe you're back. I can't breathe. I know I am not healed and I know I should take it slow but I can't stay away. If I never let go, you can never leave.. I'm praying you don't leave again.
It's 3am and I'm wide awake. It's January, you're laying next to me. I'm watching you sleep and knowing that if I told you I loved you right now you'd squeeze my hand slightly and say it back. If you woke up right now and saw me, you'd smile and call me a creep. I can't breathe when you smile. I'm wide awake writing a new beginning and a new future in a new book about us.
It's 3am and I'm wide awake, so in love I can't sleep. You're so peaceful and relaxed it's hard not to wrap my body around yours. But I don't, for fear id wake you. So instead I'll watch your eyelids flutter in perfect synchronicity with my heartbeats knowing as long as you're next to me, I never want to sleep through the night again.