She was sleeping soundly when I arrived back home, her hands tucked beneath her pillows, she would've been a perfect still. I woke her from the sea of dreams and she tight roped her way back to me.

I couldn't have come closer, to trying to feel something. But honey I am selfish man, my heart will never understand.

So I'll take a beer for breakfast, you take the car to work. Now I'm drunk and lonesome, although I'm not alone. So I try to call you but no answers the phone. You should probably ring the doctors, all of my happy pills are gone.

We were holding hands as the snow started falling. Your face was red, as if you had been crying. As it covered the trees, the scenery changed. The heat from your body met mine in brief stages. I was falling in love in the silence, you were perfect, wrapped tight in your scarf. I knew you became lost in your thoughts, mapping every feeling out. I never felt closer to heaven, as my limbs slipped away from brain.  I wished forever, to be stuck in that beautiful day.

The world will never truly exist, if I'm without your lips.

I know for now we will never be close or at least close enough for me to feel the heat coming off of your skin. Covering mine like the sunlight on a freezing day. I loved that about you, the storms that followed you. I loved being Swept Away in it, being pulled apart just to be pieced back together. Nothing ever felt the same after that. How the hair on my neck would stand when you would kiss me, or the hours we spent with our eyes closed, guessing who was blinking. Not knowing that one day we would regret not staring into each other's eyes. Because of how badly we would want that time back, the seconds we could have had, in love, together.

Knowing that we would eventually spend the rest of our lives, looking out windows into the past. Remembering the dialogue lightly but the feelings constantly.

When the sun goes,
I find myself haunted by you.
I've convinced myself I've gone mad,
after all these years.
Finding comfort in waiting for you each time I close my eyes.

I need to move, much like an old shoe to a rusted can. I'm wasting away here, desperately in need of different scenery.

I need to trap the essence of your love somewhere between these white pages. So I can visit you whenever I want.