it is 1 am in the morning
my lips are a bit bruised
and your skin is a bit scratched
but it is our last night, the last night for awhile
you didn’t realize it until the end but I realized it
when i crawled into your side, stared at the clock, and then to the dark blue night sky
i wanted to cry, somewhere deep inside because the realization hit me
you were all warmth, and I was getting cold
i just wanted you to be there with me, to curl into and not care
i wanted to run my hands through your hair and breathe in your scent
i wanted to cherish the memory of you
so i could remember when I am hundreds of miles away
because all i could ever say was
i love you
and i didn’t want to leave
a poet's confessional 