3:00 AM


You used to talk to me
until 3 AM and never stop even though
you had to wake up early in the morning

We would share our secrets,
expose our souls to each other
until our lethargic eyes couldn't open anymore.

You used to talk to me
until 3 AM and never stop until you fell
asleep. Now you tell me good night at
10 AM. That's when I knew.

That's when I knew
I was loosing you.

I used to go straight to you every night
after a long day at work.
You were home to me.
And now after I get off work, I just keep
driving past the road to you.

You used to talk to me
until 3 AM and never stop until you fell asleep.
Now you don't even talk to me anymore.

You were home to me.
Now I am homeless.

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