Do you remember,
when we spent our nights intertwined?
With my hair in your mouth
And feet touching feet
Our milky skin brushing on cotton sheets…
I spend my nights sending texts
Alone in bed
Hoping soon I will be next to you.
It’s hard to pretend
But I’ll still try
To build a body from your 3 word replies.
There are many things I can’t replace,
So, I hope that a text will fill this space
That you’ve left empty.
What I’m saying is,
You should text me back.
Because it’s bed time
And I’m counting days instead of sheep.
Because if you don’t say goodnight I might not sleep.
Because I need to know that when the night comes
You want to lie your body next to mine.