5 am thoughts

we used to laugh together
now we cry alone

the halls still echo with your laughter
your not dead
just gone home
like E.T.

but the phones dead
this number no longer in service
out of sight
but not out of mind

the song you wote
the melody still plays
like birdsong aloft breeze
faint tricklings, crescendo chorus

i should head to bed
but i find the landscape
baron
desolate