Nights turn into days when my lips pronounce your name
When my hands search for the warmth of your body next to mine
And your last name lingers between my fingertips
And it slips towards my thighs
And it cradles in my womb
I've had days to think about your smile
Weeks to learn the way you rock yourself to sleep
Months to memorize each line beneath your eyes
My nights turn cold and you're away
Your voice arrives at dawn
In memories of dreams I'm too afraid to share
In form of past and future
And all in all, the past is what makes me want to stay
And hold your hand
Share my years,
And share his bed
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