The Longest Nights
The Longest Nights
I watch moonlight creep around the edges the drapes,
Knowing sleep has forsaken me again,
The wind pushing against the windows,
As if to gawk, and point accusingly,
With covers across chest, barely insulating me,
I wonder, I search into the night skies,
Finding those painfully slow fading memories,
The warmth of her skin, touching mine,
The feel of her hair on my face,
Remembering each little twitch,
And sound of her breath,
As the grip on my heart tightens,
I roll to my side and wonder,
How well she sleeps tonight,
Are her pajamas still too loose,
Does she still leave the bathroom light on,
Then I pull my pillow up tight against me,
I wonder, what changed her mind.
I watch moonlight creep around the edges the drapes,
Knowing sleep has forsaken me again,
The wind pushing against the windows,
As if to gawk, and point accusingly,
With covers across chest, barely insulating me,
I wonder, I search into the night skies,
Finding those painfully slow fading memories,
The warmth of her skin, touching mine,
The feel of her hair on my face,
Remembering each little twitch,
And sound of her breath,
As the grip on my heart tightens,
I roll to my side and wonder,
How well she sleeps tonight,
Are her pajamas still too loose,
Does she still leave the bathroom light on,
Then I pull my pillow up tight against me,
I wonder, what changed her mind.
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