my grandfather once told me that your lover's voice should be like a symphony,

but he never told me what to do if your lover's voice sounded like a car fire, but you loved it anyway.

because that's not love, or is it?
we're all so different that love can't be so singular, right?

lately, i've been having trouble remedying 3am,
and it's got this kind of haunting hold on me.
i can't shake it.

there's not enough neon signs in this part of town.
maybe that's our problem,
a lack of light,
even if it's artificial.

some things just suck, you know?
like we go through life haunted by all these ghosts that just won't leave,
i feel like i'm one of them now.

like one of these days, I'll be pulled through a veil, summoned in a seance,
forgotten.

lover,
please be a new 2am,
bring the ghosts in me to light.

car fire, burns still.