In the Stillness of 4 AM
Your voice hits like aftershocks—
the way you'd pause
before each goodbye
(I was too scared to end it then)
Those midnight stories and stupid jokes,
painting darkness with our laughter...
Your words sparked something
I couldn't name
but felt in my bones
I'd call for nothing,
just needing to break
through these paper-thin walls
& empty spaces
where your voice used to live
My phone glows at 4 AM
chances thin as winter light
I still hope it's you
through the static
your morning voice
half-asleep and fading
like these dreams I can't shake loose
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Copyright © Dranreb Carbungco | Year Posted 2025
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