4am

They say that 2am is the time of lovers,

Where someone will remain awake thinking and mourning their untold desires,

So what is 4am?

Why am I awake so late?

To lament past lovers? Hardly the case here –

There are not enough to even fill one line of scripture.

No, 4am is the time of wishing,

Craving to be in sleeps warm embrace;

Encased in a dream with 2am’s feverish demands.

It is the time of wishing to god to that you weren’t alone in your bed,

But then knowing full well that you are

And that you will be for a long time.

4am is a stupid time to be awake,

And as the hour becomes half

The wishes become more savage and beautiful,

Encompassed with far more freedom then they were before.

And at 4.59am when the ticking of the clock slows down in trepidation

You hold your breath,

And as you breathe out; all those wishes flow through your throat and down your nose.

In your head there is silence once again.

But 5am begins with a shout.