I lie awake at night thinking of you,
thinking of us,
thinking of what could have been.
But it is but a faint memory,
one that I can smell
but cannot see.
How I long for your touch,
the light caress of your lips.
I still think about you
as I sleep alone at night.
In the depths of my mind, you fester,
but I fear
we are no longer the same.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
I lie awake at night thinking of you,
thinking of us,
thinking of what could have been.
But it is but a faint memory,
one that I can smell
but cannot see.
How I long for your touch,
the light caress of your lips.
I still think about you
as I sleep alone at night.
In the depths of my mind, you fester,
but I fear
we are no longer the same.