outside i can see your breath. but you're not there. and mine is hardly left. twilight. feels the morning press. 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. they 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