Some day, one of us will wake up
and not think about the other.
And although I’d like to say
that I could brush you off
in a matter of days,
I’m afraid I’m becoming too accustomed
to your fingers filling the space between mine.
I don’t like the taste
of air that hasn't filled your lungs.
and every moment apart from you
feels like wasted time.

I may be living in a dream
but its true.
I’d never wake up if I knew
it wouldn't be
to the thought of you.