In these frozen hours,
Haunting recollections beckon.
Betwixt my sheets lies absence,
Atop my breasts rests the heaviness of the night.
And I am alone.
A collection of thoughts?
But their lingering finality cannot deny me of my need.
My need for another.
My need for another mind.
One to pit against my own.
One to quell my recollections of a day gone.
How I need.
How I wish.
A simple being to quell the emptiness of the night.