Almost Gone

His eyes are closed, he is sleeping,

I can hear him softly breathing.

I can feel his eyelashes on my skin,

As I touch his face, I think about how much I love him,

I can hear him softly breathing,

His shift starts in an hour,

As I touch his face, I think about how much I love him,

His soft hair smells faintly of smoke,

His shift starts in an hour,

I don't want him to leave,

His soft hair smells faintly of smoke,

I know I'll dream of the red car when I finally get to sleep,

I don't want him to leave,

His eyes are closed, and he is sleeping,

I know I'll dream of the red car when I finally get to sleep,

I can feel his eyelashes on my skin.