late night/early morning

it's late, i've learned
that no respite is found
in these unconscious hours.
and instead of him i have,
his clothes that hold me close.
while he sleeps...
you should be asleep.
instead of trawling streets
shedding tears that reach the quiet
of my bedroom, somehow.
and what about me?
i'm still here.
you barely brush my thoughts
you simply faded away.
and it was better that way.