Outside, I can see your breath But you're not there, and mine is hardly left. Twilight, feels the morning press Above, 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 To 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.