3 AM and Still Counting Regrets

A cycle of poems «The Night Won’t Let Me Forget You»

The clock just blinked. The night’s too wide.
Another hour with nowhere to hide.
Streetlights paint the ceiling gray -
And I’m still here… reliving yesterday.

I should be sleeping, wrapped in peace,
But silence screams what words conceal.
The coffee’s cold, the wound won’t cease,
And every thought begins with you were real.

That final call - my voice too sharp,
Your breath caught like a storm about to break.
I said the thing that tore the heart
You’d left exposed for my own sake.

Now echoes twist inside this room,
Like ghosts replaying our last scene.
The flowers died inside the vase -
Just like the love we let go unseen.

I scroll through photos, frozen smiles,
Delete them slow, then pull them back.
No mile between us eases miles
Of all the things I should have lacked.

It’s 3 AM and still counting regrets,
Every mistake I can’t forget.
From “I miss you” texts I never sent,
To all the times I stayed when I should’ve went.
The bed’s too big, the air too thin -
And I keep losing you again.

I found your scarf beneath the chair,
Still smells like rain and lavender.
I almost called you - just to hear
A voice that knows me better than the mirror.

But pride’s a prison built so deep,
With walls of maybe, someday, if.
I trade my dreams for thoughts I keep,
And drown in half-a-lifetime’s grief.

You moved on fast - or so they say.
I hope it’s true. I hope it’s kind.
‘Cause if you’re hurting half my way,
Then both our hearts were left behind.

I write you letters in my head,
Confessions time can’t take or mend.
But dawn will come, and I’ll still dread -
This war I wage without a friend.

It’s 3 AM and still counting regrets,
Every mistake I can’t forget.
From “I miss you” texts I never sent,
To all the times I stayed when I should’ve went.
The bed’s too big, the air too thin -
And I keep losing you again.

Maybe love isn’t lost in fights,
Or slammed doors, or bitter tones.
Maybe it dies in quiet nights
When no one answers from their phones.

When “I love you” turns to see you soon,
And soon becomes a hollow lie.
When two souls drift beneath the moon,
Too scared to ask, too proud to try.

And maybe healing starts right here -
Not with forgetting, not with lies -
But with the courage, year after year,
To face the truth behind these eyes:
I loved you more than I could show…
And now the world moves on. Not so.

The sky turns blue. The streetlights fade.
Another night has burned away.
I close my eyes, pretend it’s rest -
But 3 AM lives in my chest.

No miracle will change the past.
No dream will bring you back to me.
So I’ll just breathe… and hold it fast -
This ache of who we used to be.

3 AM… and still counting regrets…
While sunrise begs me to forget.