Midnight Blues

Wandering,

In search of a safe place.

Wandering,

In search of your arms.

Heart ticking, afraid

That this show wouldn't go on forever.

Darling, I'm lost.

Lost in my midnight blues,

All alone.

Darling, I'm lost.

Lost in the taste of your lips,

Of stale smoke and whiskey.

But dear, this time,

I'm gone.

Gone for good.

-- Athikh