It’s 4 am and I’m thinking of him again
The light creeps towards the trees
So up towards the clouds I bend
With my heart but on my knees
Reflections of his face in the clouds
Haunt me as the dawn is nearing
I would cry but it’s not allowed
Or at least not endearing
I pray the sun will turn my thoughts
And bury the regrets that are gnawing
At remembrance of what we’re not
On the ground my shadow keeps clawing
But she’s been digging all in vain
While I watch her from my rain
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