The Fight

There is a pillow between us.

A sounding resonate of anything but lust.

We may twist and turn,

Throughout the night.

Making sure,

Our bodies are ready for flight.

Toss these heavy pillows away,

Only the coldness seem to stay.

Darkness of the impending sleep,

Restless words... they're haunting me.

And when the sun may soon to rise,

Against, another sleepless time.

Loneliness is here to stay.

The light doesn't keep this darkness away.