Inside Wants Out

As I stand here alone,

I think;

Is this a dream?

No one is beside me,

But I can still feel your presence.

You’re sent is in my hair.

My skin is warm,

As if someone was just here.

My mind is blank,

No memories.

I look at my reflection,

And it all comes back.

My heart racing,

Your hands on my skin,

My hair in your face,

My eyes lost in yours,

So close, as one.

Nothing beats this moment.

Not even a dream.

Nothing beats being with you.