3 AM

There's a clock tower in the strip mall where my favorite beer store is. It's always stuck on three, just like the song says. When I forget why I go there so much, it reminds me. When I want to pretend time has stopped I just look at it.

I don't think it's broken. Just waiting for something to happen. Like so many people are.

Every time I go there I look at it and whisper to myself, it's 3am, I must be lonely. Just like the songs says. And like the clock, that's where I remain.

Not broken. Just waiting. For something to happen. Another minute to pass. Somewhere else to go where the songs aren't so real.

I don't know whether time will ever kiss my skin again. Or if this is where I'll stay. But every time I go back that clock is still there. Telling me it's 3am. It's not, but it always is.

Not broken. Just trying to change again.