Where are you..
These sheets are cold and I feel so exposed,

I still have tears falling from the night before,
They lead me to look out the door,

The fall breeze seems self deprecating,
Those arms that I need around me,

The arms that held me the night before,
When my legs buckled to the floor,

When I say I don't need you,
I need you the most,

Humbled to think any other feeling could be better company,