Apparently, it’s three AM again
an hour I hoped not to see again
so soon.

There is little
I can accomplish
at such a time
with the shakes and confusion
this hour often brings.

I am tired.
I am grumpy.
I am cantankerous and angry
and wish there was a way
I could get past this
and get some sleep or
at least
some calm.

I wish there was some way
to get to you
but
you will be asleep for hours yet
as it is later still
where you are.

Luckily
there are chores to do.
There are always chores
to carry me through.
Fucking chores…
Call me.