Nights

I spend my nights wishing for your warmth. Reaching out in my sleep for a figure that isn’t there. Disappointing dreams brought on by your scent that still lingers here. Lonely nights spent convincing myself you still care. Fighting hard not to lose myself to despair but losing more often then not. I feel like you’re running from me and I’m to slow to catch to you. Always right in front of me but just out of reach. I spend my nights alone pretending I’m not bothered by it. Sleepless hours brought on by your very palpable absence.  Racked with self-pity I try to shut down and lock everything out. There can be no pain when there’s nothing inside left to feel it. I spend my night’s cold and alone thinking of you.