The wrong place at night

Midnight,

Lying there, still, quietly breathing 

Not by herself but she's so alone.

Far away he lies awake, 

His body touched but not with hands he wants.

Both apart, they dream together 

Of nights in arms of the right embrace. 

Morning, 

The sun breaks through, they both see their journey 

He stands to make the coffee still

The wrong hand takes it, it does not sparkle 

The right girl can't reach so far.

She lies there still, a sleeping beauty 

Missing what she knows he is 

Daytime, 

A journey taken, a charade played out

The girl, the guy they both know how 

But daytime screams and fails to mention 

How night comes back with thoughts and dreams.