Outside, I can see your breath
But you're not there, and mine is hardly left.
Twilight, feels the morning press
Above, every star, is seamed with your duress.
Inside, I can hear each step
But they're not yours, a sleepless dream at best.
As black skies, flow to auburn reds
To wake the night and of me what is left.
If I don't want to see you, it's because it hurts too much
All this time spent wondering if I was just a crutch.
Waiting for the day to kill this night, and carry with it you away forever.