It’s only 4 A.M. and you already
lie awake. What is it your looking
for? What is it you crave?

A gentle touch,
A feather kiss on the lips.

You lie there awake, staring up at
the ceiling. Blinking and contemplating
what it is you’ve done wrong. Hold
back those tears, it’s times like
these you fear.

Face the fact. You’ve loved and
you might have loved wrong. The
empty space beside you, it’s never
been that cold.

It’s only 4:30 A.M. and you pillow’s
already drenched in silent tears.
You heart clenches and you clutch
the sheets. Closer to you. He was
never for you.