By Scott
Date: 8 November 1998

Back to sleep

Sometimes, when I was soundly slumbering,
You'd run your hand ever-so-gently through my hair.

Our faces were so close as we slept together on my tiny twin mattress.
I'd pretend I was blissfully asleep (but you knew better, hun).

You softly caressed my face and snuggled closer,
as I savored your sweet breath against my cheek,
the warmth of your body against mine.

Every now and then I'm jarred awake in the middle of the night,
swearing that your hand is still running through my hair.
But you aren't here by my side anymore,
so I reluctantly force myself…

Back to sleep again.