Mediation of Orange Peels

Satin sheets alone and cold.
She walks to the window, a short lonely road

That has been there before almost permanently
But the journey always helps, almost pertinently

Aside her bed she lights her light.
Then lights a candle, on this sleepless night.

To put off the thoughts for another night dread
But what you don't know is that I'm right here, even if right here is only in your head.