4 AM

4 am

I’ve lost all my nights; you’ve taken them all and turned them into mornings.

Every hour spent with you bleeds into double digits as the sun sets, disappearing into the mountains.

We’ve seen it all together, the place we call home. The state that housed our childhoods. As we drink coors and put on the miles, no destination in sight.

Just a yearn for more, something new. We’ve seen all these trees before, starting to crave beyond these lines.

I see it in your eyes when we’re cuddling underneath the sheets. The expression on your brow, telling me to transport us somewhere else.

A place where none of it matters and it could just be us like this forever. A place that never changes, as we stay young, drinking beers, exploring the open road.

For if a place like that could exist, we wouldn’t have a worry in the world. The thought of our two worlds colliding would disappear like the sun beneath the horizon. Smearing the sky with orange, yellow, and pink, tinting our lives like rose-colored glasses.

Just your hand in my hair, lightly touching my neck. With your smile becoming infectious as we laugh over the silly things we say.

The moment I’m wrapped up in you, you drift away as my mouth keeps on going. Eventually, as your last “no, I’m not sleepy” hits and you’re out cold, I fall asleep snuggled into you.

I can’t imagine another four a.m. without you.