It’s 3 a.m. and I am thinking of you. There was a time, this was our hour together. 3 a.m. here, but your day two hours into work. You with sunshine and me, staring at a full moon. Love not knowing, should it open its eyes, or go to sleep. Silence in both our worlds, not giving any clues.

Very nice poetry.
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Thank you.
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