3am
It was 3 am,
when your back was falling and rising,
in a peaceful pattern that could not be disturbed.
Your breath was warm that night.
And your touch reached further than my skin.
Oh, how your eyes were so blue.
Your voice was soft,
assuring me that everything was alright.
Now, it’s 3am,
and I’m laying here wondering,
if you even loved even me
in the first place.
m.h