❝sometimes❞

they say that at three am in the morning
it feels like as if the earth has split itself open
and something age old creeps itself to the surface
the breathe 
out of everything
and I wish it would take me away
someday,
sometimes I wish I could forget everything 
like daybreaks in Nepal
like the tears that come with the two syllable word "goodbye"
like the sound of your heart
b e a t i n g
against my very own 
and how I may know words but I 
will always remain at a loss
on how to describe how my heart never stops clenching
when I think of you 
and how that ten pm train will always be the last train
even though there are two more hours to midnight