Going Home (3 a.m.)

One gush of cold air
biting at my skin
one step into the world alone
one blink of the eyes

one step away from the light
one turn of the head
to your face again
as you peer through the door

one step away from the light
and the softness of infatuation

one more night in bed alone
with the phone that sits patiently waiting for the words
I cannot seem to say