Last night when I wasn't so blue
'cause I was thinking of you
and the things we might do when we meet
when my tongue slips into your lips and we kiss
as if we might miss something more
as we tore through those moments together
and whether we were there or somewhere in heaven
I could not tell.
This morning's not well
because you are not here but the smell of your breath and the taste of you, reminds me that I'm something less
when alone.