It's 3AM.

We're on FaceTime.
You play your guitar.
The Smiths.
I don't like the Smiths.
But I like you so it's okay.

It's 3AM.

Unholy hour,
But on my screen is an angel.
All I can do is watch
Spectate
Smile.
"I'm gonna play you one I wrote."
I wait vigorously.
I can't wait to hear your lyrics.
Words are like drugs to me.
And then you sing you words
And I'm on high with a god.
You're shrouded in cigarette smoke
But I see you clearer than ever.
I'm in my bed alone,
But I'm not lonely.

It's 4AM. And I wish time would stop.