Silent Night Poem by lion heart

It is when the night is silent,
I hear my thoughts echoing in my head.
Cold dry air whispers its lullaby through my skin.
Smoke pf cigar reaching my regrets.
Trying to count red lights but only stares at my reflection,
Scanning the map of age on my face.
It is when the night is silent,
I see you in the corner of my room
Feeding the dusted darkness I hid,
Staring at my curled body feeling cold in my sweater.
It is when the night is silent
Feeling the last smoke past my lips
Touching my face on my reflection and crack a smile,
Grasping the tomorrow that will come