4:17 AM
I prayed we would meet
again

in the hollow of lost
lonely souls
& the fortune tellers
that sell them happy tales
of
growing old

we deal down to
the bone at
night
but you best
believe
I never tried to peddle
my sense of
sight

'cause honey, you were
always there
when I needed you
the most


& I never dared to tell
a dying man
the truth
just to ever get
that close