Not only is it 3 a.m,
It is also the time when I remember you left me.
3 a.m is also the time when the alcohol loses it's taste,
And your words begin to occupy my mind.
The sweet 'I love you's' and the 'I don't think this is working anymore.'
3 a.m is when I think about how you used to close your eyes, and lay your body next to mine.
It is also the time when I think about how happy and bright your eyes are;
How sharp and white your teeth are.
3 a.m is when I need you the most,
Because my heart is heavy with the burden of wanting what I cannot have.
Which is you.
It always will be you.
3 a.m is dried up tears, crumpled papers, ***** on my breath, smoke filled rooms, and finally beginning to feel your absence.