All I can think of,
Late at night, when it\'s quiet
As the world is sleeping, but
No sleep comes to me
Pathetic, how as
Always, my thoughts land on you
Regrettably
Missing you, your soft hands and hurtful mouth
Ever since you left
Reeling, and choking on my thoughts of you
Like I\'ve never done before, for anyone
Expecting you\'d come back by now
Except you won\'t, not for me, not now, not ever.