It's 4:00 am and I'm at work writing a poem...not that great since it is 4:00 am, but just what came out : )
You and Memories Of
I sit here while the green digits on the clock scream 4:00 am at me
My phone sits silently, dark, and waiting
While my heart drops, having hoped you would've called
Maybe you're thinking about my laugh
Or my smile, peeking out
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