I remember you
touching me, from a dream
I always wake up from too soon.
I know you're here with me,
right here
in this new memory,
we're singing snatches of our song -
you haven't got the words, but
I haven't got the tune.
You've got it locked up
like a secret
one to never be repeated
and I feel you moving over me,
and I'm this close to begging you,
And we will be completed.
As you whisper
something I can't catch,
I'll say it back to you
And that
will be just ours,
for no one else. We'll fall asleep
for once, both knowing
this time
we will keep it.
Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI read it one way and it falls into place perfect. I read it another way and it ends in midair, missing something. But I think I will hold out for perfect sometimes rather than try to change how it ends!