Lonely Sheets
The angels
Call you
Love,
And I still
Call you
Mine.
Reaching out
Across
The bed
It's you
I hope
To find.
And every night
Here after,
When I
Reach out
For you,
You're never
By my side.
The bullet catches
The wind
The way
You
Caught
My eye,
And I know,
I know
Inside:
I
Am not
Alright ̶
And I'll
Never
Be Fine.