3 Am
Woman
it is 3 AM
where are you?
Do you know
what it is like
stretched across a bed
alone at 3 AM
waiting for you
staring at the moon?
The clock ticks
the moon rolls
over rooftops and disappears...
I drive to look for you,
nothing but closed signs
in windows with faceless mannequins...
Red lights and stop signs
basket people about
still no you...
So, I text you and no reply
I drove back home
to greet the god of wine...
A bottle later
still no you...
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