but at 4am,

when I can't sleep;

and my bed is uncomfortable;

and my mind is racing;

you would be in my head,

the taste of your lips on mine as the smell of your puffins fills my nostrils.

I would think of your hair
and how it would fall down your waist

so beautifully, and your eyes;

how I could melt staring into them.

and then I would feel okay.

I would feel like I could breathe,

as I see you in my dreams.