We are silent as can be,
In the dark
Moving quickly
The night is long
But this is empty.

In the morning,
When you hold me
Our heads are pounding
Our hearts are hammering.

When you're gone,
And my bed is empty
I am restless
I am wanting.

Are you busy? Or are you done with me?
Ghosts haunt my past, nothing new.
Same old story.