I lay awake for a call I’ll never get

And a sorry you’ll never say.

Waiting for a tomorrow that may not dawn

And for the sun to find its way through the storm clouds.

I hold my breath but only thieve my lungs

Of time.

I thieve myself of time each second that I 

Await an “I love you”.

I’m wide awake at 3am wondering where it all went wrong

Whilst you lay sound asleep in your cotton sheets.

I’ve never felt more alone.

C.H.