Favourite song

Last night I stayed up till 2 a.m. and I went to sleep thinking about waking up in two hours to finish work
Got up at 5
Showered at 6
Took the usual commute at 7
And as I watched the scenery travel I realised that I hadn't thought about you yet

I used to write letters to you at 2 a.m.
Since you stopped speaking I've been occupying my time worrying about future tides
Questions still hum through my body and songs still strike chords

In the beginning I would be thrown into the past to drown
The happy space between the two of us
Now I get dragged to the memories of walking together in the rain and singing the first verse of my favourite song

I don't feel like calling it a favourite anymore