It’s 1:58am and my thoughts are of you.
Whilst the rain falls heavily,
I imagine the feel of your hot breath on my neck,
The quiet, soft sounds of your husky voice.
I can’t stop making up scenarios,
And replaying our past memories.
Memories of cold nights like this,
The things we said, the feelings I felt.
It’s 1:59am and my thoughts are consumed with you.
Whilst the rain softly falls outside,
I imagine your strong arms around me,
The familiar scent of your hoodie.
You probably think I’m strange,
Staying up daydreaming of the future.
Words I want you to say,
Places I want to experience with you.
Its 2:01am and I can’t help but think of you.
Whilst the storm is battering my window pane,
I imagine you whispering untold secrets in my ear,
Filling the space that is left in my bed for you.
I’ve always thought that sleep was for the loved,
But now I’m not so sure.
Hell I don’t know if you feel the same.
But what I do know is that,
It’s 2:03am and I miss you.