I prefer the night
To the day
The world, on the whole, is quieter
This way
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I prefer the night
To the day
The world, on the whole, is quieter
This way
I roll over to your side of the bed.
My limbs search for yours,
My lungs for your scent,
My mouth for your kiss.
But all that’s left is your imprint.
So my tears fall into your pillow,
Once again.
(Originally Posted 23.03.2019)