3 AM

Sleep does not come

as she should.

A gentle knock at the door

would suffice.

But the waiting and waiting

does not end.

Circles and squares

as my mind races

and I cannot stop

to let her in.

Sleep does not come

as she should.

It has been so long

since I've seen

her face.

A distant memory

foggy,

evaporating,

ethereal.

Sleep does not come

as she should.

Suspended limbs

numb to her

touch.

Heavy lids

that will not close.

3 AM

has come too

soon without

a knock
or kiss.

**Written the other night at 3 AM.