Stretched out over idle tides of longing
Leaving before sunlight ripens over
Dew, heading home the long way round
Lost upon fields of interjections
Swept upon a current of good intentions
Missed calls, the things we would have said if
We’d had the time, the things we could have done
If my feet had ever touched the ground
Glasses clinking over maddening soliloquies
Teeth drinking back blood red, to err is divine
Aching something poetic as your finger twitches
Lost moments in a corner of a bar
We try to forget as we forge anonymity
Playing the villain, stealing kisses against limestone
Walls, knowing it is better to say nothing at all

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Timing Is Everything.”