Three A.M.

[ellajam]

Hi, 71' I like this, just a few notes.

In that space
between screen
and glass, clear image, puts me there
a spider's web
becomes
sheet music at first I went Huh? but I like it now
for another
evening; snow
falls outside
in flakes here's your weak point, "flakes too numerous to count" is just nothing new, not up to the level of the rest of the poem
too numerous
to count; two clocks love this, again puts me right there
chime the same
half hour a minute
apart, reminding me
my lover has forgotten
the words and I
am left to hum
only a melody strong ending, I'm not sure about "only"

Thanks for the read, I enjoyed it.