I lay twisted in the covers, moving continuously to catch any kind of warmth this bed may offer me. I can't lie to myself any longer and I open my eyes ruining any chance of sleep I had began to fall into.

Once lay a body curled close to me, once, rested an arm around my waist that drew me to them. Once was a boy who took up half my bed... but I never minded, I would sacrifice it all just to have it taken away from me again.

Now Here I lay with my legs tangled around a blanket and my arms hugging a pillow that still holds the scent of you. And I'm whispering a desperate prayer to have him back in my arms to keep me warm while I fall asleep. But this prayer is no longer my plea with God. My prayer is a quiet whimper in defeat, in knowing he will never return.

Across many highways and towns I've never visited, lies a boy with his face buried into the hair of the girl he holds so close, her smooth skin against his makes him feel safe and content in the choices he has made. After moments of sleep he feels her relaxed in his arms and her steady breathing press against his chest, he turns away and releases her slowly where she takes up the covers around her chin and dreams of time to come. His mind wanders into thoughts and memories of his love long gone for a girl he broke the heart of.