It's 3am and I can still feel your collarbone underneath my fingertips, I can still feel your calloused hand in mine and I can still taste the ***** - in my lungs and on your lips. I can still hear the way your words fell together, and I can still hear you telling me you love me. I can still feel your body against mine, your fingers touching my skin, your voice soft in my ear. I can still feel the way your teeth dug into my neck, my skin, leaving a mark to remind me of you while I sleep alone, in a bed too big for just one person in a bed too cold without your warmth in a bed too silent without your uninterrupted breathing while you're sleeping. I can't seem to sleep if you're not holding me and I'm still trying to decide whether I'm too far in or if I just can't get out - get out of the depths of your eyes, the warmth of your body, the rhythm of your words. I guess I just don't want to leave you behind.