3 a m. All is well

3 a.m. Invisible like the wind

Rules don't apply to me 

I can write about anything 

I prefer it be about you 

3 a.m. You can call anytime 

It's not like it used to be 

No job to wake up to

I prefer thinking of you

Outside my window in the wind 

The flags clack against the pole

Here I am by myself alone 

I prefer to be with you 

3 a.m. Souls confused as Hell 

Writing is how I tell 

The quiet parts out loud

On the phone a click away 

You lie there wide awake 

Your mind wrestles with yesterday 

I just wrote another poem

My heart is your pillow 

3 a.m. All is well.