I can survive the day.
The day is loud.
Busy.
Distracting.
There are people,
things to do,
places to go.
The day gives me ways
to avoid thinking about you.
But night…
Night is cruel.
Because when everything gets quiet,
there's nowhere left to run.
No more distractions.
No more pretending.
Just me,
my thoughts,
and all the things
I still wish I could say to you.
That's when I miss you the most.
At 1:47 AM.
When my room is dark
and my heart is louder
than everything else.