it's 3:39am
and who am I to tell?
this used to be our time,
when we'd awake
from restless slumbers
and record the very first thoughts
the occurred to us.
but who will listen to them now?

this used to be the time
when I could tell you
I love you
because loving you was always
the primary thought in my mind.

but what do I do now,
when the love I feel
is just as pervasive -
I see you in everything
and I hear you in the music -
but I can't tell you
and I'm the one to blame?

instead, we communicate
through gilded verse.
I'm waiting for you to say something;
I'm waiting for you to go first.