Three in the morning

Paul Bell

It’s three in the morning

If I touch your breasts

Will you respond

Or scream

You scream

 

It’s three in the morning

I listen to you breathing

We breathe in unison

For a while we become one

Then I choke

 

It’s three in the morning

The smell of sex lingers

The point of no return

Do you care

I wonder

 

It’s three in the morning

Many affairs have passed

I lie thinking

Was there a time

Was there

 

It’s three in the morning

You’re two years gone now

Time still asks questions

Bitterness pollutes you

All of you

 

It’s three in the morning

I lie awake

The walk to the court

Ten seconds to end a lifetime

Divorced

 

It’s three in the morning

Death came calling

Did you cry my name

I lie here wondering

Who knows.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: August 6th, 2026 05:40
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3


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