Missing You

As I lay in my bed, I wrap my arms around my pillow and pretend that you are here beside me, and I listen to the pattern of the ceiling fan and I pretend that the rhythm is the gentle drum of your heart beating as I lie here with my head on your chest.

I let my face fall into the pillow beside me and as I breathe, I can smell you here, your scent lingers and sparks memories of magickal nights gone by.

And I roll over and stare at the ceiling, wishing you were here to keep me warm. - So, I wrap myself tightly in my blanket and pretend that the tight embrace was coming from your arms.

And I can only lie here through the night....

missing you.


puppy - 3/12/99