It’s 11 AM
I’m thinking about your smile, how it pushes your cheeks to your eyes.
It’s 3 PM
I’m thinking about your eyes, how when I saw them, it became my new favourite colour.
It’s 9 PM
I’m thinking about your hair, how you could open any door with one small touch.
It’s 4 AM
I’m thinking about us, how we will never
It’s 11 AM.
What I could have missed
It's 5 AM
The sun has started to creep up.
The birds haven't been quiet all night.
I hear people getting in their cars
and going to work.
Mothers are being woken up by
their child who has just slept through the night.
People are stumbling after a wild night
ready to fall into bed.
Lovers are waking up early to surprise
their partners with breakfasts.
Families are in the waiting rooms
ready to discover the gender of the newest member.
People are finishing work
others are making coffee to start their day.
Some slept through the night
some were more productive
than they are in the light.
Distant friends say goodnight as
the other says goodmorning.
There's so much I could have missed
if I wasn't awake at 5 AM.