Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel as if you have your arms wrapped around me I'm a warm embrace. I feel your body pressed against mine. Not sexually, but not platonically either.
Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel your lips pressed against my forehead. And your soothing voice telling me I'll be ok. Telling me I'll get through it.
Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel your presence. I feel the magnitude of your aura. Comforting, inviting, loving. I feel you like a moth to a flame. Bound to get burned.
Sometimes, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I feel nothing. Not you, not you lips, not your love. Instead I wake up with an empty space next to me.
With a groove that can never be filled.
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Nocturnal Musings
PoesieShort little things I write. They're usually things I think of when I'm in a thoughtful mood. They're not that good but I try my best.
