It’s 4am and I’m grasping
for your fingertips and hoping
to reach your blonde ringlets
and I wake up in a cold sweat
because last night I had to text
you that I love you instead of you
whispering it in my ear and giving
me goosebumps because those
are the last words that you say to
me every single night and I know
that I’ll have you again tomorrow
but right now that just seems too
far away