Good question.

The nights are the hardest part

sentimental and full of

wasted opportunity

lost card games, two dollars

a man if you can call it that

it, him, a stranger you can hardly recognize

a pair of eyes you could never really see into

I thought I knew how to love

I'll try harder than he did

I try harder than he does

So what was the point of all this?

Humans are flawed

Life isn't easy

It wasn't someone you had to let in

He was there and now

not

The days can go by in the blink of an eye

But the four hours

before you sleep

when all the work is done

you can't help but weep

it erupts when there is no sun

and no matter what it is

the nights are the hardest part