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.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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The first thing that came to my mind was the song by Simon and Garfunkel 3 AM. This is a wonderful write Paul that focuses on the past lost and the moment of recognition in the dark moment of the early morning. Reflections are bitter sweet as one focuses on the what ifs that never will be.
3am is definitely the turning point.
Got ya
Paul, this is one heck of a devastating poem! An entire relationship unfolds through fractured recollections, moving from intimacy into betrayal, separation, grief, and unanswered questions. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Funny how the a.m brings everything into focus.
The journey travelled is a full life story. And its the truth no three in the morning is ever the same. Subtle way to mark times passing.
We all make the journey, good or bad.
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