Dark bits.

In the small hours,

before but not long before sunrise.

The world pauses and everyone is in their place;

everything at rest, where everything is meant to be.

But me.

I am lost in persistent thoughts – half dreams half prayers

of you

of finding you

of finding myself with you

and maybe I can find my place, in the small hours.

If only for a little while, a place where I am meant to be.

Long to be. In the small hours, I remain lost

desperate to be found.