A Solo Smile

Maybe in some other time, Where only love is enough, You and I are still one. Where your emphatic screams aren't audible, Where my indifferent stares aren't visible. Where we'd still lay in the moonlight talking in soft whispers. Maybe in some other time, Where only love is enough, You and I are still one. Where your fits of anger aren't my only treat on our monthly anniversary, Where my alleging fingers aren't your only delight. Where we were so excited for 'us' that we simply forgot the forbearing 'I'. Maybe in some other time, Where only love is enough, You and I are still one. Where your world still blurs around me, Where I still laugh hysterically on anything said by you. Where our little worlds were so inextricably interlinked. Maybe in some other time, Where only love is enough, You and I are still one. Where you'd choose me out of want and not need, Where I'd choose you out of desire and not habit. ...

3 AM 3 AM is the purest hour of the night. At 3, the human mind is too tired to pretend, The human heart too gullible to build walls 3AM is the most imprudent hour of the night At 3, the eyes are too heavy to find caution The words too rogue to be chaste 3 AM is the most impatient hour of the night At 3, the hands are too impatient to hold an empty glass The mind too anxious to reach amnesia The heart restless to forget her. 3 AM is the most pensive hour of the night The drunk brain thinking its most sober thoughts The heart finding a sudden clarity in its pain The soul finally admitting its defeat to love 3 AM is the most veracious hour of the night. At 3, the eyes that are too tired to see, conceive the most perfect of dreams The mind too inebriate to think, meditates upon her face The heart too clinched to love, Loves.