You look at me with a gleam in your eye, and everything goes black.
I'm hazed by memories of cloudy days smothered by rain, and talks of dying young.
You whisper sweet nothings in my ear and upon my skin when you think I am fast asleep, oblivious to your world, and time itself.
Please stay.
Stay, stay, and whisper, ramble, mumble your deepest regrets and fears until you are nothing more than a fragile pile of bones with a red rose draped upon your shoulders.
Wrap me up in your cardigan sleeves, and tell me how precious my life is, and where you would be had you not fallen across my shoes.
Keep me hoping for something more, when by tomorrow you'll be far gone.
Hold me closer until you can finally feel our bodies meshing together as one beneath cold sheets.
Wake me with your coffee breath and your voice haunting my ears as I get up and walk to my car, begging and pleading the radio to once more bless my ears with that song, which plays and makes me dig out that sliver of hope I still have that you're thinking of me.
You make me miss you.
I never understood heartache until you leapt up and ran as fast as you could for the hills, and not once did you look back.