In the middle of the night

I wake up in the middle of the night
carving
for your warm all around me
like the old days

I wake up in the middle of the night
missing
the faint cigarette smell
lingering on your fingertips

I wake up in the middle of the night
arching
for the smile that always
warm me through winter days

I wake up in the middle of the night
wondering
who's holding your hands
through the storms nowadays

I wake up in the middle of the night
crying
for your name over the silence
of nothingness being away from you

You and I
far and far away...