• Trapped between the shadow bound streetlights
    And the half empty pillow cases.
    I find my soul buried here.

    Longing for a chance to sleep
    On my freshly dampened pillow.

    Wishing you were here
    Next to my blanket being abused between my finger tips.
    Convincing my zipper that you are still in love with me.
    Breathing life into my hair.

    And walking out this door,
    Taking my duvet with you.