midnight air

     the midnight air
the soft flow of hair
          lying there
wishing to feel
like there's more
like im not alone
like my fingers could tangle
                     in someone's
not just grasp
at a blanket
with the loop of a song
    echoing in my ear
a guitar mashed softly
    hours whiling by
witching away till three
                   four
                   more
wishing a way to cry