That Night
That night,
I
Drifted off
To the sound of your
Echoing heartbeat.
Floating
To the warmth of your
Arm over me.
Skin against skin,
Our hands intertwined.
The soft feeling of
Your breath,
I could never put to words.
Silently suffering
As I count the stars
Laying between the cold sheets
Of where you used to be.
Thinking
Of your cuddle,
Brushing your hair
Gently past your ear.
And finally I kiss your
Forhead and whisper
_sleep well_
With eyes closed I sigh
And say to myself
_don't leave... _
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