It's here Again

3:58 AM.

It’s here again—

that time of night when I really miss my man.

I miss the way his hands lay gently on my skin,

the way his soft, warm breathing

quietly caresses me.

It’s 4 AM,

and I can’t get the way you look at me

out of my head.

Those small, bright eyes

searching mine.

What are you looking for, my love?

It’s 4 AM again.

That time when I’d rather feel

your body against mine

than feel this empty space between us.

Instead, I’m here—

waiting,

watching the minutes pass,

patiently longing for the day

when 4 AM doesn’t mean missing you…

but means I never have to leave you.