As I sit by my bed
You tend to wonder in my head
As I lay down
I feel the cold space of where you'd lay your face.
As I reach for you,grabbing nothing,
but the air of darkness, as thoughts roll into my head and once again I begin to reminisce.
The night creeps in and cold runs up my spine.
I'm missing your touch and your lips on mine.
So much to think of it all hurts my head.
Sitting here thinking,
As I sit by my bed.
Stella C. Titus
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