| This ritual I have formed out of a mere desire, you rising from my bed leaving a pocket of warm air behind, which I tumble only into empty space. Tossing back into a slumber, a dream replaces you that I lose each morning, hoping when the light shine through the curtains, you will be real. Seeing you lying next to me, the smell of you fragrence from a shower the night before. I enter a barren land each night, but awaken from the dream I cannot forget, but it only a mere ray of hope, that when tomorrow comes, you will be there just one night. Never having to awake alone again, if there are no tomorrows. |
