Three AM

It's those things that are said at three in the morning,
a question, three in my morning may have lost its significance
through daylight savings time and leap year.
When three in the morning becomes not, but becomes
as ambivalent as all the other times.

It was better in the sense that it was more real
when these morning words were said together.
It was worse in the sense that I was scared,
but I articulated it through the cold and shivers,
the air itself seemed to freeze and at the same time
whisper in a cacophony of the piles that surrounded us
(books and notebooks, old tests that we became ashamed of).

But still, three in the morning seems to carry more.
The furniture becomes heavier until it crushes us through the floor.
Gravity becomes important like time, though both of those
always weigh too much.