Nighttime Revelations

Sheets cling like shadows,

a fevered heat holding me hostage.

Midnight carries ghosts,

whispered arguments spiral

delicate as smoke in the air.

Lost connections cling to my skin,

a dampness unwelcome, a reminder

of words never shared, apologies lurking,

each damp strand of hair a tether to the past,

I shiver against this warmth, left

alone in a quiet room heavy with longing.