As I lay my head I try to sniff a shirt that I let you wear because your scent gives me such a comfort it makes me feel like you are near but from me you have disappeared for the time being
Sometimes it gets weird having too much room on my bed you know without having you pressing me into the 24-inch chunk of the bed that you leave me after you get nice and cozy
I just want to find my zen in the form of massaging my fingers through your hair to help me calm myself before a nights rest
I need your brown sugar kissed skin to serve as a heater to keep me warm whilst I dream until sunrise
But you are not here
Longing to hear the music you display while telling me about your day. Deeply saddened when you are too tired to speak our native tongue.
Peace is found when you are in my arms and all of the day’s harms matter no longer
Your smile helps my eyes adjust after turning down the lights
Your kisses serve as sleeping pills I must take them carefully or I can get myself hurt
The gentleness of your touch puts me under a spell that acts as a catalyst to the sleeping pill. “You are getting sleepy…”
I wish you were here
Now it’s 3:27 a.m and I have yet to seize my thoughts of you
I find you in my heart right where I left you anxiously waiting to sing me to sleep
So you are here …