Early Morning Visitor

4am 

we meet again 

heavy eyelids, whistling sounds

thoughts of what could’ve been 

the darkness is still 

tones are wavering at a tempo unrecognizable 

at times I’ve been able to manage

this particular morning 

is unfamiliar 

the comfort you’ve extended is missing 

rhythms are skipped 

and music we’ve made is off-key

anxious thoughts are lingering 

unspoken sentences are waiting 

all I have in this moment 

is solitude touching me in places needed the most 

4am

we meet again