2:32 am,
The questions run wild,
Seep through the bedroom cracks,
Whisper into the sheets,
and Into the skin and in between.

3:30 am,
Eyes can't shut,
and the Icy cold dances all around,
Incomplete sentences hang in the air,
Heavy and dense, sinking into the bones.

4:28 am,
There is a silence,
Stretching and endless,
and What we wonder,
We will never know.
the Shadows are nothing, but quiet and indifferent.

5:25 am,
The soft dawn peers through the curtain cracks,
Far away you hear a melancholy song.
There is no promise, no comfort-
-nothing that can clear a clouded vision,
Only a resigned routine, onto your feet,
What we never know and never will,
we make our peace.