I wake up to the darkness of night. Wide eyed, I lay in silence. With nothing to do, no need for me yet, I think.
I think of you. I think of past miscalculation. I think of what could have been. I think of mine own shortcomings. And finally, my thoughts fall upon you. The want for physical touch become much. Tears fill my eyes as the darkness kills me, oh this darkness.
It seems to leave as the sun comes up in the window. I drag myself out of bed, eyes sunken and sullied with many mornings such as this. With heavy hands, preparations for the day start.
The days melt together, nothing to distinguish one from the other.
Only distinguishable feature is you.
