4 AM

That moment when you can't sleep
is the only moment that is never fleeting.
It comes back every evening, suggesting
meetings with past crushes in an attempt
at fixing past embarrassments and it suggests
to you those sadnesses you can't forget.

You pine over that moment, too, as it starts to
to show you how you are spineless and unworthy
of affection or Death's discretions and even
worse is the moment curses you for feeling down
and drowns you in guilt for the sadness that you've
stolen from those that have earned it.

As the moment crawls away again, you've thought
all alone in bed about past loves and past losts,
having sought happiness in vain or have refrained
from chance and then you sleep and wake and dress
and eat and it's all okay again until you come 'cross
4 AM and the whisperings begin again.