I stare at my ceiling
late at night
Then I turn to see
the emptiness.
Half my bed.
And when i look at that part
I begin seeing her
laying there
My fingers play with her
hair, ears, and lips
I caress her cheek
My arms wrap around her waist
I feel her breath
slowly.
Than I press my lips
againist hers.
She's not really there and I'm all alone.
I know that
Yet I love her
when she lays next to me.