I see 3 a.m. far too often. It is the curse of a daydreamer, a night thinker. It is a piece of being me. One who pays attention to everything. One who hears what others cannot say. One who experiences life as words.
But last night was different. I realized, in the silence and darkness, that there is a nothingness to 3 a.m. And it felt like missing someone.
I know many of you are missing someone in your life. So I tried to put words to what you may not be able to say. And I send my prayers and love to you.
I miss you
In the whispers
Of the falling snow
Of my fading memories
Of an old familiar song
I miss you
In the space
Between inhale and exhale
Between what you left behind
Between the broken pieces
I miss you
In the loneliness
Like an unanswered call
Like a goodbye never spoken
Like these empty arms
I miss you
In the because
Because emptiness has a feel
Because you were a part of me
Because I loved you
I miss you
In the nothingness
That is the silence
That is the darkness
That is 3 a.m.
I miss you.
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