Good morning
Morning, oh how I've missed you.
Noon, kisses, and sunshine.
Two-thirty and we'll travel the world and back.
At night we whisper to the perfect entanglement of constellations, dream of another sunrise together.
Three AM, good night.
Morning.
Noon.
Two-thirty.
Night, and I cry alone.
Three AM, good night.
Morning, my heart skips to see you.
Noon - don't speak - don't feel - just look away.
Two-thirty, so I go.
Night.
Night.
Night.
Three AM.
Why do we rise each morning
When our final words are only ever,
"Good night."