I fantasize hugging you
I imagine every last detail of you
Your wine smell,
All the rings on your fingers,
The star on your face,
Your very soft hair,
Your cold hands.
I curl myself into a ball in a bad attempt to fill your absence.
I close my eyes tight
And I can hear the noise of a faint guitar
You're playing.
I'd sit there and admire you.
I would be dozed to sleep by your playing.
And that's how I sleep at night
Curled in a ball trying to replace you with myself.
I touch and feel my necklace.
I hold it
And I sleep
