I love to watch you sleep.
Your lips curled ever so slightly into a subconscious smile...
I like to imagine that you're dreaming of me.
I memorize your jawline with my fingertips,
unable to close my eyes for the fear that with the next blink you'll be gone,
and I can't miss a single moment of you
as I know that one day
another will be lying in your place,
and I'll be wishing he was you.