"Letters

Thrown across this empty bed

(3rd night in a row)

They are my only company,

But letters can't touch

Can't whisper my name while I

Lay my head in your lap

Soaking in your beauty so it won't

Fade into seconds

Now that you're gone.

Your words (were) always sweet

Like the taste of sugar

On my lips,

But words can't grip my ever-white hand

Can't run a finger across my face

Like you do so gently while I

Quickly fall asleep

Giving way beneath your skin so I won't

Lose my place

Now that I'm alone.

So begins the countdown to Christmas,

When my bed will be filled with

You,

And not these (damned) letters."

8/1/2005 1:20am