30sept

I lay in my bed alone.
Hoping that the doorbell ring, and she would come back.
Wondering if she would give me another chance to change.
To maybe offer something that she really wants.
Rather than something I am willing to give.
Is it in my nature to nurture the fire?
Can the fire be something I own?
Or am I destined to be left in the dark.
Cold.  Quiet.  Grey.

I close my eyes, and I can hear her smile.
Warming me with such simple effort.
Like a child discovering colour.
Smiling as she sweeps her hair over her right ear.
Again.  And again.  And again.

She pollutes my thoughts.
She corrupts my soul.
Both in a good way.
Why cant I get her out of my head.
Especially in her absence.
I lay in my bed alone.