I watch the night turn light blue
but it's not the same without you.
Because it takes two to whisper quietly...
The silence isn't so bad,
'till I look at my hands and feel sad.
Because the spaces between my fingers
are right where yours fit perfectly.
I'll find repose in new ways,
though I haven't slept in two days,
Because cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in Vanilla Twilight,
I'll sit on my front porch all night,
Waist-deep in though because when I think of you,
I don't feel so alone.
(: