I hate it when you leave
at night after being with me
Your side of my bed remains
Wrinkled and cold.
I can trace the shape of you
and see your imprint.
It emphasizes that you're gone
When I need you all night
To hold me close and kiss me
when I don't expect it.
The worst part when you go
Is the emptiness I feel
I want to beg you to return
And just hold me through the night.