I dreamt of you again.. Of your sweet morphine laced lips and your ice cold breath.

I dreamt of the sound of your whispered words at 3:30am.
I felt the same warmth spread through my veins as it did when I still had you.

I dreamt of our bittersweet memories and oh how they ****** me now.
Your hands, the scent on your skin. Your body against mine.
How you would lean towards me and allow me to kiss your forehead and then briefly lock your lips with mine.

I dreamt of our sunset to sunrise conversations. The promises made, the vows said.
How you would draw me in to your chest. Gaze into mine with those sea green eyes and say: 'I need you'
Your smile connected to the strings of my heart and my favourite words were 'I love you'

Then I woke up, terrified. I searched for you on your side of our bed, and I found cold sheets.
And I remembered.
Two months ago in May.

Your favourite flowers were to be placed on your headstone today.