I have always promised to stay conscious in times I was unwanted. That's my fault. For believing in hope, always holding a strand, even if it was the tiniest. Holding it tight and waiting, waiting to be wanted.
There you are in your bed Watching as the sun comes up Slowly cascading across the room Soon enough it's noon Suddenly it's 4 Eventually the sun is going down It falls low enough there is darkness You're sitting in that sweet spot The time when the sun is gone The moon hasn't glanced down yet Eventually the room is filled With the softest white light Here you are at midnight Wondering where the day has escaped to But that sweet spot? Total darkness The kind that makes it feel like It's just you and the universe? That's what it feels like.
I wish you were here I'd tell you about my day There really wouldn't be much to say But at least I'd get to say it Say it to someone other than the wind I worry you'll forget my face It is still the warmest color for you
You need a break Time alone Moments away from me I didn't mean to smother you I made it another day Without bothering you Are you happier now? I hope you're happier now.