Like a Flower is a Color

It was a sweet night...but I'm roughed up around the edges.  My voice has dropped into velvet.  My eyes are tired, and are skipping details.  I feel like an artifact.  Even now, after all this time, I can't believe it.  I'm a wreck.  All this time.  I am lonely like a flower is a color.  I miss you like breathing.  Sleep?  Sleep, is a blessing.