I think of you when I am alone.
When I am cold, and the warmth of a duvet does not quite match the heat of your body.
When it is 2 in the morning, and my thoughts jumble up and form a caricature of you.
When I am asleep - my few hours of refuge from the constant letdown of sober consciousness, bombarded with images of you, dredged up from memories I would rather forget.
I wish that was it.
But I see you everywhere else.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
I think of you when I am alone.
When I am cold, and the warmth of a duvet does not quite match the heat of your body.
When it is 2 in the morning, and my thoughts jumble up and form a caricature of you.
When I am asleep - my few hours of refuge from the constant letdown of sober consciousness, bombarded with images of you, dredged up from memories I would rather forget.
I wish that was it.
But I see you everywhere else.
