3 am

3 am, wide awake

I find myself wondering through
an empty parking lot
my thoughts fondly think of you.

3 am, wide awake

street lights over head are burning bright
casting radiant glows upon concrete.
I realize it never gets dark here.

3 am, wide awake

I long to wake you from your slumber
drag you out in the dark
eternal streetlights we'll dance under.

it's exactly at 3 am with no time for sleep
that another world opens its doors.

a world that painters paint
and writers long to write
a world for me and you

I want to show you
yet you sleep
oh well, I smile
some moments are too beautiful to keep.

perhaps with this poem I'll remember
perhaps save you a shimmer
of the joy I felt showering under
streetlights drizzling predawn shine.

3 am, wide awake
alone I sit with a cigarette and a smile