Without you

Midnight is showing itself - our bones are breaking.
The light line between day and night separates you from me.
I am strongly squeezing my eyes, I am fighting it
And I am trying to keep you on the tips of my fingers, so I can prolong the you moments.
Every time it starts it ends and every time it ends it starts.
Soon it will restart as it never was before - with too much or too little:
with too much you or too much without you
or too much without you.
without you.