Sometimes;
When it’s late like this,
I’ll sit and think about where I’ve gone.

I’ll remember those nights spent in your arms,
comfortable, safe, and loved.
I miss those nights the most.

Then I’m finding myself remembering
Those nights where I woke up,
A memory beside me,
Ever silent, ever distant.

There’s only one night that haunts me.
February 14th, my kisses with death.

I wish I could take it all back.
Come home tonight, and see you.

It’s not much to say I love you in a poem,
But it’ll all I have until the dawn.