It seems like only the twisted sheets on my bed remember. The fabric that swallowed the waves of our desires, is torn apart by the time we wake up. You are leaving my bed soaked with your touch.

I wish I wouldn't see your silhouette disappearing with the first touch of sunlight. I want you to stay wrapped in the bedsheets that protected the our world that we created for us.

My body and heart howl out of fear. But the voice of my thoughts drops into hollow hole of doubt. I'm trying to make noise, sign that would tell you that I'm not okay with you leaving me in the mess you created.

I can't say anything, because if I say my thoughts loud. Then it feels like I'm asking for too much.