is not the cold nor the emptiness or the absence of your angelic scent
it’s just that the simple knowledge that two thousand miles is actually enough to pull my hands from your skin, and separate my lips from yours is difficult to endure
missing you isn’t so bad it’s not coming back to you that keeps me hurting when I hear your voice and my heart leaps, in vain
I think you visited me in my dreams, because when I woke I found your scent in the air, the familiarity of it stinging my nostrils and eyes.
not waking up by Johnson Hagood is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.