At Night...

...is when I notice you're not here

I reach out for you
from the corners of my room
only to have the memory of you slip through my fingers

I stumble around in the dark
trying to follow your scent
only to find myself up against these four walls

At night is when I am aware
of all the silence outside my window
and the noise inside my head

And that neither one will tell me
where you are

*smooches...getting it all out of my system for the week*
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I hope I haven't been too much of a downer; it's been a rough week!