| I lay here Thinking about your Silky skin sliding Against mine. I think about Us laying here, Hearts and hands Intertwined. I know it Will not be long Before I see you again, But already I feel Your warmth fading From the pillow Beside me. Tomorrow, I'll hold you again Tomorrow. Even as I Say this to myself I place my hand On the pillow, As if to absorb the Escaping warmth of Your body. The pressure of my hand Releases the scent of Your freshly washed hair. I bury my face In the pillow As I would Your hair. I think of you until Tomorrow, I'll hold you again Tomorrow. |
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