I can feel the gentle, rhythmic breathing And the tepid touch of your skin Soon the sun will rise, And you must go to class But you will mutter an excuse Just to stay a minute more with me
I can hear your soft snores, And muffled moans Soon we will succumb to summer, And itβs malicious motives, To bisect your beauty, From my greedy grasp
I can smell the shampoo That I will never smell again For I will move, And you will move, A Dispossessed Connection
Though our spring may have ceased Our wilted whispers will never wane Though my bed may be devoid Iβll remember where you had lain.
Iβll remember our long laughs And your sweet smile, more stunning than the stars Iβll remember our wishful words And the times that were ours.
*Written in the end of a night at the end of a year