I wake up in the middle of the night.

My skin stained with tears.

I turn over only to find that you're still gone.

I can't help but wonder if you're laying awake somewhere, asking yourself why you gave up.

Will I ever awake to find you've come back, to feel your arms around me whispering that everything will be okay?

You told me you'd give me the world.

But what is a world without love?