3 AM

A million thoughts running back and forth across my mind
like a young dog being let off its leash for the first time.
I used to think that I was crazy;
my mind never sleeping, never resting,
forever exercising its ability to run a marathon
through memories of two comets colliding in the sky
And deep conversations reserved for you and I.
Sometimes I lay at 3 am in the morning
Picking through my brain
Remembering every last word you ever said.
Sometimes I stare at the moon
Because in my exhaustion and delusion
You are staring right back at me.
It is in these moments that I feel safe and at home
Like a child running straight into his mother arms
After falling of his bike.
But a dark cloud overcasts our blue skies
and I return to this dark void I have now called home.
A reality in which you are but a mere figment of my imagination
And the idea of you and I is nothing but a bittersweet illusion.
Maybe I made it up.
Maybe you were just a part of a breathtaking dream
Because darling life has not been the same without you.
My lungs lack oxygen,
My eyes lack sleep,
My heart lacks blood.
Maybe vampires really do exist
And you sucked every last bit of life from my body,
Leaving me pale and cold on the ground,
Rotting away.
These thoughts haunt my mind
And it isn’t until I overdose on memories of you and your kisses
That I feel at peace again.
You turned me into an addict,
Willing to do anything to catch a glimpse of your smile again.
The clock strikes six and with the rise of the brightest star,
The star that lost its shine must rise as well.
I bid farewell to the night
And the thought of you and I.
For as long as the bright star holds its throne in the sky,
The idea of us is lost throughout my mind.