"GLIDING"

 "GLIDING"

Falling asleep on edge of my bed

Far side of my pillow whispers in my head

Morning hours come slowly creeping in

Awakened by my cell phone's quiet ring

It’s you again on the other end

Not fooled by words

They only bend

If sentences were true

You’d be here too

Queen-sized-bed

None empty blue

Gliding into dreams on gentle breaths

Holding your hips

My heart's depth

It’s you again on the other end

Not fooled by words

They only bend

If sentences were true

You’d be here too

Queen-sized-bed

None empty blue

Promises are shadows in the night

In your absence I lose the fight