In the dead of night is when I return.

In the dead of night is when I return.
Where the streets ignore me,
holding out for tomorrow,
brushing
away my day undone.

In the dead of night is when I return.
When our bed keeps your warmth,
but what you feel is the cold space
I’ve left,
Waiting for my return.

In the dead of night is when I return.
When my eyes finally meet yours,
Morning’s light tries to break
the hold
I’ve lost in yesterday.

In the dead of night.

--Linger