The clock struck midnight and here I am again, a different hotel, a different room. The same smell of the sheets and me under you. In the dark, with the company of four walls around us and the street lamps slipping through. Hushed breaths as you sleep by my side. I move away and sit up. Knees to my chin, arms wrapped around weak legs. I grab a lighter from the nightstand and play with it. I think. I sigh. I watch the sparks and wonder how it would be to burn like that. I wonder if it would keep me warm. I wish the time would stop for me. For this one moment - but it doesn’t. Tomorrow night, midnight will pass just the same... a different hotel, a different room. But no longer me under you. Someone else will take your place and fill the void. I take a cigarette and light it up. I touch your skin and glide my fingers gently against your bare arm. Maybe there will come a day when I can keep you for more than just one night.
The clock struck three, so I took my clothes and left, the smell of smoke lingered in the room as I left you sleeping, alone and without me.
Shallow (A Star Is Born) ...just wanted to add this