My writing

3 am

The loneliest time I can think of,

Would be in the morning, three.

Heartbreak and sorrow come to mind with a shove,

If only you were thinking of me.

I see you in my mind, The idea made with zeal

Simplistic and unfading, oh so grand

How I wish this image were real

And have it end with us, hand in hand.

Oh 3 am, with your questions and dreams.

You tear me apart at the seams.

Reeling from the lie

I have no more tears to cry.

3 am used to be so bad,

But I no longer feel sad.

Done with you,

To myself, I'll be true.

3 am rolls around,

Yet now I make no sound.

Moving on never felt as great as

When I left you has.

Done with the pain,

Oh it was all in vain.

This is goodbye to them,

The lonely nights at 3 am.

Jody C.

4/13/16