Your cold hands fade into a gentle aura soon after I leave your presence. Still the words that once spilled from your lips stay with me as I move afar.
The distance between us could never change my love for you but the constant yearning for your touch grows every sunrise I'm not in your grasp. A plea, I am aware you cannot hear but feel all the same.
Late nights set in with the never ending thought of you as the world fades into gleeful dreams in my rest.
I dream of you.
While your body is missing the thought of you takes over, next to me, like a fragile spirit. Once again I feel the cold chest of my absent lover pressed against me, I crave the warmth that comes with your body but cannot have it. I let myself rest alone another summers night, with only the ghost of you.
