My room is neat nothing out of place...
But my bed has another tale to tell,
White pillows with dark smudges
Sheets and blankets in a twist
.  
Our clothes mingle on the floor just as our breath did before.
An arm draped here, a leg there, my skin burns with the heat of yours.  
Is this how it feels to hope?  
I'm not sure if you woke up first and decide to stay
Or I am up Fisrt to start my day.