Why is it
At the peak of the night
When the rest of the world
Has finally become quiet
That there are some moments
Some hours
Some minutes
Some seconds

Where I think on you
Or you
A past, present, or future
You
And the loneliness
The letting go
Of you
And you
And all my past you's
There ever was
Starts to feel and sing
And hum
So loud?

I'm able to move on through
The wallowing, the pain
The missing of something
That is now so many levels of
No longer.

And I see everyone around me
Still continue
To mostly
Hang onto their hat.

And I know
I know
Their journey not mine
But its at the peak of the night
When I have chosen to be all on my own
All on my own
When I am not sure how I will spend the rest of the night
And I usually waste my time on my phone
That I'm acutely aware

I haven't found my person yet.