Sleep slow to come.
Thoughts of holding you in my arms as I sleep abound.
Images of me holding you tight through the night.
Endless desires to feel you against my chest once more,
To kiss you gently in the dark,
And close my eyes as you close yours,
And whisper quietly so no one but you can hear.
Of all the things I feel for you,
Of all the things I will do for you,
Of all the things I will never do,
Each statement a promise.
Yet I reach out now and find nothing next to me,
But a lonely pillow,
Once filled by your head.
And my stomach twists in agony,
My eyes clench tight,
And I curl around that pillow.
And I think of the next time I will see you.
Of the next time I will hold you.
Of the next time I will kiss you in the night.
And of the next time I can tell you that,
I love you.
