4 a.m.

i woke up at 4 am again.
i remember you used to say
that you would wake up around then,
too,
and that you wanted to reach out to me
to see if i was also up.
maybe you were scared
or anxious,
or just needed a friendly voice.
i was lying there,
staring up into the darkened ceiling
thinking about whether you were up,
too,
and if you were thinking of reaching out to me
again.
i know you won’t,
but,
i still hope,
you know?

~lt