Remember these sheets?
You buried your face here every night and shared your soul with me
Each morning you’d leave your spirit and scent in what I consider as my sacred palace because we used to make magic here
You taught me how to dream
Every night with you meant joy and us finding love in our dreams
Now that you left, life is just not what we dreamt of
You promised to stay and be my companion in finding love in the skies
But you left the stars howling at me for daily melodies that we made when our bodies were intact every night
My nights have become lonely and the peace in which I found in the breeze that the night time cast out into our little fantasy has faded
All I experience now is drench concentrated with despair from the tears that the skies shed every night
You promised to make every night mystical in these sheets and our exchange of breath will always keep us together because we breathe each other
I don’t know if I should continue lying in these tarnished sheets and hope that someday your spirit will creep back into them or I should just find a new wooden palace that will not care about how I feel
We used to see stars through the ceiling but all I see now is white dreaded material looking down at me
When I stare at this depressing ceiling I always hope that your brain is what walked and not your heart
Each time I smile at flashbacks that run all around the room and tickle my tired body in these sheets the ceiling reminds me that you are no more
Bygone you are and I could only wish that your presence awakens me the next morning