I remember clearly all the times I felt the beat of your heart slow to a steady sleepy hum,
and how I'd rest against your beautiful chest,
mesmerized by the moment.

You probably don't remember at all, the way I worked my way closer to your body
because I couldn't stand being even an inch away,
not even for a moment.

I'm left with the sands of time slipping through my fingers, and you haven't missed a beat.
Losing me was the best inconvenience you ever had,
although it hurt you for a moment.

But if you ever lay your head to rest again beside my longing heart,
you'll find me with all my same sentiments,
but I'll be different for a moment.

So if I stir in the night,
Know that it's you I'm dreaming of.
I'm remembering what it's like to lose you.
Because no matter how many times you come back to me,
I know you're only in it
for the moment.