A lot
I miss Saturday night
Laying next to him
His hands
On my back
Rubbing my arm
On my neck
The back of my head
Anywhere really
I love
His arms around me
It�s just
So perfect
A tight grip
And yet so loose
I feel secure
But every night
I have to leave
That safety
And return
To the real world
Where he�s
Not always there
So I just think
Of Saturday night
Laying next to him