3am

Tempting sleep by feigning sleep
Another failure

Muscles relax and my eyes open
Taking in the silent dark
Of another 3am

I slide out of bed
Walk past the cold side of the bed
Step on a forgotten black sock

Hard footsteps on the chilled wooden floor
Abandoning the mid-night tiptoe
No one to wake

Opening the fridge
I reach past your favorite juice
One month past the expiry

I drink the warmed milk
Across the table
From an empty placemat

I crawl back into bed
Listen to my tired breathing
And try again