Late night tears are hidden.
In a solid yet soft white blank pillow.
Words whispered in gratitude and longing..
Where has time gone?
I miss the way your lips search for mine,
during endless mazes.
Your voice has entwined itself into my blood stream;
bringing me back to life.
I can't help but wonder.
Have you ever shed tears for me?
Does your heart ever urn for my touch?
Does your mind ever miss my harmonic voice,
the sleepless nights my face is plastered in front of your eyes.
These late night tears are falling silently,
against your bare,
warm chest.