Couldn't sleep a wink last nightyou were in my mind the whole time
the softness, the smell of your jacket
clinging to you as the ride went on
when I held onto you, I wondered
what your face wore, was it joy?
Contentedness?
In the silence, could we stay this way?
A piece of me died there, and in its place
grew longing from nothing through the bare cracks
you don't want this, do you?
