5:30 AM

The night has been quiet. Dawn is approaching. I have been here waiting, for the 136th night, and you're still not home.

Your eyes, your nose, I see them in the mirror. Your voice, your laughter, I hear them when I speak, when I laugh. How could this possibly not be, when I am a part of you. When my heart breaks, do you feel it too?


Your hand, your warmth - this, I miss.