3am sitting in your car
On the verge at my driveway
Staring at the stars
Not the stars in the sky,
But little plastic ones scattered across your roof,
Sparkling lights and quietness
Amongst the darken night
We talk about our fears, our memories and trauma
I've known you for so little,
How, you make me wonder
You open me up so easily
We talked till sleep did call
Our voices trailing off,
Into the cold morning rainfall