3 AM Poem

"It's 3:00 AM and I still want you."

In every capital word, punctuation, and oxford comma when I write, you interpret. You interpret deeper than I thought you would.

In every choice of word, tone, and way of speech when you talk, I know. I know further than you think I should.

In silence,
We kill each other.

And then,
We love better.

We blow
in order
to grow.
PJI