The Night

I woke up last night
It was 2 a.m.
And I cried

The room was cold
The storm was hot
The tears stung my cheeks.

The windows rattled
The shutters rocked
The ribs in my chest

The fervor was dire
As the shadows crept
And the darkness pervaded the air.

Desire was urgent
My reach extended
Yet there was none there.

I cried last night
As the light of the storm
Illuminated my deepest fear:

Of empty space
Unruffled sheets
And no one left to care.

Of unspoken words
A broken heart
And no arms left but mine.

Of regretful mourn
And sorrowed grief
Wishing the soaked pillow
Be forever thine

The fear of ever living a day without you.