4:00 am and the lonely mountain

It was 4:00 am

Quiet street was filled with mist

Giving a gloomy feeling

He was at the balcony, smoking

His face filled with emotions

Sorrows from the past

Frustration from present

And numbness from the future

He took a puff from his cigarette

The lonely mountain was visible from his home

One lamp gave a gray light to the street

He looked at the mountain

Vanished it with his cigarette's smoke

He remembered every word that was said to him

He remembered his regrets

He remembered today's date

It was his birthday

The mist was clearing

The lonely mountain more visible now

He looked at it emotionless

He wasn't here

He remebered everything

He remembered her.