bed sheets become oceans of isolation when the moon taunts these midnight skies
a glow that thrives with companions but feels like loneliness
there is an ache that becomes present in the sun's absence
wherein i yearn for what i have never known
i want to be held by you but i don't know who you are
there is no reason for my bed to feel so desolate
but the night feels so bitter when there is only oneself to warm it
