I whisper to you as he lays next to me, whoever he is for the night, Breathing low, hard, and forlorn.  
But all I hear is the faded wallpaper around me as it whispers, the faucets of my old sink as they scream and the hiss of the cold air as it strokes my lips.

It comes in waves the longing a great tidal wave of despair and craving, laden with hunger and plea.

Once entwined, a symphony of flesh and soul, bound by love's fervour, an eternal toll. Yet now, torn asunder by oceans deep and mountains' peaks. Each wave a lament, each valley a sigh.

Do you, in the shadow of the night seek my face?

In her whispered breaths do you find my trace?  

I no longer sleep, I am a carnal vessel, a restless wanderer I roam. Was it all a fantasy of my own making, just a mere illusion cast by a broken mind, do I remember us wrong?

Just plastic memories drifting within my mind, manmade, ever-living, and incessant. My dreams fill with the sombre memories, spectral in sensation.

Reminiscence of fingers that took, until I had no more, leaving me yearning, craving, at love's shattered door.

So, I whisper to you, with the darkness holding me tight, in hopes that somehow, our souls may reconcile.

But until then, I'll linger in this bittersweet reverie, with whispers for you in the deep night.