Darkness distills it somehow, this loss.
Hope is ready in the morning, but
Night time is for the pulse and pull of losing you.
Again.
Night is when I think I can not carry this,
I think I need you,
I think please come back to me.
Again.
I would erase you if I could.
I would delete it all.
I would remind myself to be smarter.
To say no to you.
To run.