It's 4 o'clock in the morning,
There's more indent in the pillow,
Just an empty place.

It's another night of wishing,
Laying with anticipation,
Yet nothing ever changes.

It's time for the dreams to end,
Then reality can take it's place,
Letting the "what should be" come "what its".

It's this part of day I hate,
Where time moves so slowly,
Waiting for my lover to be with me.