I sit here... into space I stare
thinking I am here you are there
Unable to run my fingers through your hair
or trace my finger tips across your cheek , the night is dark, quiet and bleak.
There is no warmth of you, tight against me, for when I sleep
I'll have more bed space than I like to keep...
Tossing and turning without you in my sheets - but there's too much space,
all that's empty is a waste.
Your lips I miss their juicy taste
I close my eyes just to see your face
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