it’s 2am
i think of songs people write for other people
intentions that travel over notes and
overthinking at 2am
lit up windows and rumbling computers
the editing and the smokes and
the overthinking anywhere anytime
good morning, we are the content providers
for your love lost and love found
chains around your throat that choke tears
fluttering heartbeats that go in tune with the queued songs
forgotten sentiments in words someone sometime spoke to you, or didn’t
line after line or
synchronised melodies of silence
that remind you of a face or a time
a feeling you vaguely remember
and tried hard to forget
and found yourself to never again be able to recreate with any other person
good morning, you’re still up because you can never leave the past alone
because you, well, we
keep trying to make place for it in our present
like pacing in front of a closed down store
thinking your devotion will spark business again
keep the profits running
get the interests to ignite
we are the lonely united souls
at two o’clock in the morning
going through song after song after song
wondering where we went wrong
despite knowing all this while
the emptiness persists
because we nurture it so thoroughly
good morning, the sun may not be up yet
but by the time you pass out
it will be, again and again and again
until one day, you tune into our radio station
and you’ll be hung up over someone else
all over again
thank you for listening in, good night
🎨/📷 by Ithell Colquhoun, Alcove, 1948