Four in the morning.
Unnatural connotations to
a frankly, lamentable time.
Between waking and the part where
your eyes flicker.

Sometimes you talk in your sleep.

Disjointed and frankly, lamentable
exclamations of intimacy.
“I loved you another time,
but not when we were
home, but not then, maybe.”

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