Your body is cold. 

Like It's waiting for mine. 

     It's calling for the warmth of when we lie together. 

Have you been missing me?

I lay behind you gently placing my my face against your back. 

I am happy; content. I could lie here all day long. I wrap my leg around your hip as if I want to engulf you whole. 

      Still cold. 

This is weird. 

      I put my ear to your back. 

 Today is strange. I don't hear the rhythm. I don't hear the bass of the drum. 

      Still cold. 

  I don't hear the tune that remains on repeat. 

      Don't you dare?

      How could you?

       Still cold. 

I hear my serenading rhythm. In this moment it's louder than usual. Actually, It's so loud that It's the only thing I can hear. 

       Why can't I hear yours?

        I'm scared. 

Your body is still cold.