I wish i have a piece of you.

Something that would at least ease a tad bit of the loss I'm made to go through every night. Something that I can hold on to and feel your warmth, before the chill of true hard fact hits in. That things may not go back to where we've left them, that this may be the abrupt end to the long run and everything hopeful.
Some nights, I stay up hating you bringing me through these. Some nights, I break down and miss you. Lately, I decided to look out of the picture and take whatever's coming my way. Took years of humiliation to master that, now Im pretty good at it.

Maybe I need that piece of you. maybe, maybe I don't..