I wish you were here with me,
Under my lavender sheets.
Our bodies touching.
Our legs intertwined.
My cold hands run down your spine.
Your warm arms wrapped around my waist.
I breathe you in.
Neither of us makes a sound.
We’re engraving each little bump and curve into our brains.
Because this moment can’t last forever.
Soon I’ll be alone under my lavender sheets, dreaming of you.