It’s you that I dream of every night

It’s you that my heart wakes up with every morning

It’s your touch that I wear every day

Your skin on my skin.

Your fingers with my fingers.

Maybe that’s why

When you’re away

And you feel so distant,

When I no longer wear you with me

Something in me aches

Like a broken rib.

Why is it always me?

Published by Loredana Dumbrava