A hand on my cheek

June 27, 2008

03/10/03

A soft hand on my cheek
I stir, don’t want to wake up
Fingers tickle my neck
I turn around and smile

I keep my eyes closed
Lean into your caress
Don’t want to stop dreaming
Don’t want the day to start

I cuddle up in your arms
Your warm body against mine
You wrap an arm around me
Safe, familiar, loving

When I open my eyes, I get cold
The room is dark and empty
Shadows scare me
Sounds are too loud

The alarm woke me up
The day has begun
You are not here
Once again

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