I draw no heat from the paper-thin sheets.
my insides grow cold.

your body feels far away.

in the darkness i hear rain & your breathing.
it's music to my ears, but-
still a small comfort tonight.

something's missing.

there's no electric, spine-tingling, mind-numbing
connective force. not this time.

familiarity makes us grow weak.

I'll miss you again, tonight.