Too Late

3am came late again
My tongue feels like a root
I thought about the summer past
and youth, now lost and destitute

A glass of water woke my teeth
My vocal cords were freed
There grew three words from blossomed lips
"I miss you" fell like sterile seeds

And once again, came salted rain
My slippers shuffled through
Yes, 3am came late again
When I remember you.