1 October 2012
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
Away • Opuss № I