Coffee at 3 AM

The kettle sang a lonely tune on the stove. Steam curled up like the thoughts I can't shove. I stirred the sugar, watched it disappear. Same way my courage melts every year. So I sipped slow, let the bitterness stay. Whispered, "Even quiet nights have their say." Coffee at three AM, you're my Silent friend. In your warmth, I don't have to pretend. Mm. Coffee at three AM, a Pause in the race. Just me and the dark, Finding grace. I traced the cracks on the old kitchen tile. Each line a map of where I've Survived. Now the clock ticks, a metronome low. A rhythm to hold me when I feel low. They say loneliness is a curse, But I call it a gift. A moment to hear what my soul's been whispering. Coffee at three AM, you're my Silent friend. In your warmth, I don't have to pretend. Oh, coffee at three AM, a Pause in the race. Just me and the dark, Finding grace.