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. Because 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.
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