Reaching out into the darkness,
I wonder,
why thinking of him hurts so badly.

I meet him in dreams,
soft kisses of ginger and melody,
intimacy unfolding me.

I open slowly,
delicate and curious,
only to fade again with sun rise.

Daylight is lonely,
counting silence,
and the piece's of him I fear I've lost.

In sleep I beg him to take my heart,
to shatter it,
because,
I always linger in between.