i don't think i'm
ever as beautiful
or as good as
when i'm with you,
and this bed is just
too big without you
next to me; your scent
lingers on the sheets
and when i close my
eyes, it feels like
you're holding me
tight, like you're
right
there.
dreaming passes the
time between
departures and arrivals
–
one day
i'll wake up and
that familiar warmth,
it'll be permanent.