It's past midnight now
So I know you should have gone home
But you wait
To reside by the beach
In my thoughts
You've crossed over yellow-lit streets
I've only just slipped past the gate
My phone held tightly in my grasp
You never call
My aunt and uncle
Leave the front door unlocked
I walk towards the guest bedroom
Past the great hall
The dimly lit artifacts
To stand there
Perceiving this bedroom
Seemingly in all white
Awaiting your call
Waiting for you
Staying awake that much longer
Feeling drowsy to your image
Please
Say you've found your peace in this day