The stars lean down to kiss you and I lie awake and miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere cause I'll doze off safe and soundly but I'll miss your arms around me. I'd send a postcard to you, dear cause I wish you were here.
I'll watch the night turn light-blue but it's not the same without you. because it takes two to whisper quietly. The silence isn't so bad until I look at my hands and feel sad because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly
I'll find repose in new ways though I haven't slept in two days
because cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
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