3:33am is when the time is
too early to be night
and too late to be day
when i miss you the most.
i don't know whether to pull the memories closer
or throw them away farther from me,
father than where you are now
if that's even possible.
it's too early to have anything in my head
but you take over the whole space,
and it's too late to put your
    laughter
       and smile
           and kindness
               and just overall perfection
back into my heart
but you fit so right.
all i know is that i miss you
and i just know it hurts a lot.