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, 'til I look at my hands and feel sad, 'cause 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, 'cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone, but drenched in vanilla twilight I'll sit on the front porch all night waist-deep in thought because when I think of you I don't feel so alone. As many times as I blink, I'll think of you tonight. When violet eyes get brighter and heavy wings grow lighter, I'll taste the sky and feel alive again, and I'll forget the world that I knew but I swear I won't forget you. Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear "Oh darling, I wish you were here".

 

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