I can't ever
Get comfortable,
It seems.
And I can't ever
Fall asleep.

Stay up and watch
The sunrise
Chase the moon
Across the morning sky.
And I'm searching
For a word to better
Describe the way
It looks when
The stars are fading out
Against the changing
Colors of the night
Into the morning.
The way the dark blue
Changes tune to
The paintbrush pastels
Of dawn.

And it's stuck
In my throat,
But I'll choke
Before I get it out.

The morning walks
I take,
Take my mind off
Of the way
I can't ever seem to
Find the right words
To say how I feel,
Because watching
This sleeping city wake
Explains everything
I've ever wanted to say.

And it's tired
Just like I am,
But we fight to wake up
Because being alive
Is more than trying
To get enough sleep.
I may be ruining myself,
But at least
I'm enjoying every
Second of it.

I'm falling apart,
And every time I stitch
Myself back together
There's less and less of me,
And I'm forgetting more and more,
But I swear I'll remember
All the mornings I stayed awake
And watched the sun come up
Because those are the memories
That seem to mean the most.

If I could
I would stretch the hours
Between 3 and 5am,
Into days on end
Because that small window
I never want to close.
These hours are
"Line 'Em Up," by States.
They're "Listen & Forgive,"
By Transit.
They're the way
Streetlights look
When you drive under them.
They're the conversations
You only have when you're by yourself.

Two hours
Then it's gone.
They're ephemeral.
And because I don't
Want them to end
I won't let this…