4:17am

Love is in the distance of a phone call
or in the sigh of delicate compromise.
It is the wisdom of patience;
and the heated moment of right now.

Perhaps chemicals of dancing tongues,
or the frantic running from loneliness.
It is the empty meanings in life;
and the tired moments without you.

Right now,
It is the tap dripping at 4:17am,
the empty pillow soaked in scent.