The 12th night

There is a sad dynamic between sitting here drunk and not going to bed when I know doesn't matter how hard my fingers search for you; you are not going to be found in a mountain of blankets and sheets.

I leave the scent of my perfume on my pillow, there is no trace of blue D&G smell.  I close my eyes and cry myself to sleep. You wont be back , not tonight, not ever !