I lie awake in the early morning,
I dream about your face,
I dream that you are here,
Filling up my space.

I imagine your body,
Is curled next to mine,
As if I could feel your brawny hand,
Rested gently on my thigh.

I can feel your unshaved cheek,
Laid heavy on my shoulder,
Both arms coiled around my waist,
Holding me closer.

I imagine you asleep,
Stretched out and sheets pulled taut,
A distant, relaxed expression,
As if you are deep in thought.

I can feel you breathing,
In a lethargic, steady rhythm,
One long breath and a pause,
Then air spills from the brim.

I can feel your hot breath,
And your body heat,
Your chest is warm,
And so are your tangled feet.

I wish you were really here,
And that you’d touch me,
You’d slide my straps down my arms,
You’d make love to me.

I rest as if you are here,
I will not roll over to your side,
We would share the middle,
And stay there all night.


...


But you’re not really here,
Nor will you ever be,
There is no sense in sleeping together,
Because I do not sleep.

But you’re not really here,
Nor do you need to be,
You’re otherwise occupied,
In another girl’s dream.

I imagine your body,
As if you’ve been here before,
There’s an imprint of you in my sheets,
But nothing more.

I don’t stay in places for long,
As you well know,
Perhaps that’s why you’re not here,
You think that I’ll just go.

I don’t commit,
As you are well aware,
Perhaps that’s why you won’t leave her,
I suppose that’s fair.

This is all I can give to you though,
A fleeting wish that you were here,
I know you feel the same,
But we don’t make promises, my dear.

This is all I can give to you though,
A lot of love, a little time,
Know that there is some space for you here,
Should you change your mind.

There is some space for you here,
If you’d like the middle or left or right,
You can stay here as long as you please,
Or only for a night.

I'll be here in the morning, I promise.