Saturday, November 19, 2011

Lack

When night comes and I'm alone, I dream of you.
but it's the mornings when I miss you most.

remember those early summer mornings we had?
lazy and warm
My head in the crook of your arm and our legs intertwined.
Dawn streamed through the south east window

pure radiance.

I want that back.
No oceans and no continents between us
Just you and me,
wrapped in ribbons of light.