ah-lone

There is an issue that has come to my attention that I feel necessary to address.

The problem is, each night I sip my tea before I slid in between the sheets
fiddling with them gently, pulling them up over my eyes

And then, my arm reaching up
Turns out the light, dousing me in truth

I close my eyes,
Nearly believing that being alone is better than feeling warmth permeate between the sheets
And us


And the issue sits, soaking in logic and reason

But reasoning only enlightens me
Being alone will never feel to me, like you felt with me