They say that having the distance between you
Makes it easier
When things fall apart.
But it doesn't.
Because on cold and lonely nights like this,
I used to find solace
In feeling the warmth of your future hands,
And the love of your future kiss.
On this cold and lonely night,
I have only the ghost of your past hands
And the faint memory of your lingering kiss.
On the cold and loneliest of nights like this,
Only my memory exists.
Written 12.2.09 @ 12:24 AM