Just a thought about the emptiness of the night

There's something missing here. It is you. 

There's cold outside. We have no Autumn.

There's me crying in the middle of the night, 

hoping for the good, afraid of my weakness. 

And there's you. Still waiting for me. 

And here I am; not the worst, not the better: but me.

Should I change for the better?

Could you keep me in your heart?

Could you keep me forever?