Island

Tonight I’ve been asked for a cigarette four times
Walking home in the beaming moonlight
Trying to find my correct path
Looking at my phone hoping not to get hurt

I’m a cliché in the nighttime
Big eyes to braking headlights
Longing for sweet comfort
Pillows and blankets in stasis

I wish for the touch I felt a week ago
I wish I could talk to someone now.
I wish for the strong kisses from yesterday
I wish one person would be here

I unlock my conquered place
My Island in the city of thousands
Seeing the light I left on
Finding my safe haven
Underneath the blankets I leave myself