3am: still sleepy eyed
i glance down
at that yellow daisy, still
wrapped with a bow
as i reach for the milk and spill
tiny droplets trickle down
tiny droplets trickle down
a petal withered, a petal fallen
he loves me, he loves me not
i peer out the window, the one above the sink
whose faucet drips, sometimes
when i remember to listen, sometimes
there is no moon tonight
stars lay hidden beneath a blanket of unknown
desires pulled up to chin height
darkness lies everywhere except
for the light of that shy bulb in the fridge
a petal withered, a petal fallen
he loves me, he loves me not
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