I used to always think of you before I drifted off to sleep.
Most of the time I’d close my eyes and imagine my head on your chest.
If I concentrated enough
I could hear your heart beat in sync with mine,
like one body formed in two.

Although we are no more,
the thought of you holding me is the only thing that calms me enough to sleep.
I feel at peace. Tranquil.

And then when I dream,
I dream of what could’ve of been.
The memories we had
altered by I slight change.
Different things I could have done that might have kept you from leaving.
Different things I could have done to make you still love me.
To make you still look into my eyes till this day
like I was your whole world.
To make our kisses have that spark that they had in the beginning.

I dream about what our happy ending could have been,
and it feels so real.
I feel every touch.
Every kiss.
Every butterfly in my stomach.
I feel alive,
and happier than I ever.

And then I wake up.