3 in the morning

3AM

and I

have never really ever got along. that's safe to say, isn't it?

and long gone

are the
(days) times (nights) where I could call for you and you would be (waiting) there (smiling)

on and on

I tell myself that

"it's okay," (trembling) "we're it's okay,"
"I'll we'll get through this together, baby."

come lazy
afternoons we will
say hello and exchange pleasantries in these lives
of ours that have grown apart ever-
(so-slowly (and yet so instantaneously))
y single day
and

the irony
of the matter is
that whether or not you say a word to me ever again I still need you to be there to (hope) know (pray) that I have not failed completely (again).