3am..
In the stillness of 3 am's embrace,
Memories awaken, finding their place,
They knock upon the heart's fragile door,
Flooding it with emotions, raw and pure.
Powerful echoes from times gone by,
Their presence unforgotten, they occupy,
With each thud against the chambers within,
Visceral emotions surge, causing a spin.
Like a tidal wave crashing against the shore,
They soak the heart, leaving it wanting more,
Every touch, every word, etched deep within,
Imprints of love, of loss, of joy, of sin.
In the depths of night, vulnerability takes hold,
As memories unfold, stories yet untold,
They bring tears and laughter, both intertwined,
A reminder that our hearts are humankind.
So let the memories knock, let them flow,
For they shape our journey, the highs and lows,
Embrace their power, their lessons they bring,
For it's through our emotions, we learn to sing.