on the streets of nassau
I don't miss you, but you still haunt my dreams at night
When I close my eyes
I see your sweet smile and the tiniest dimple on your left cheek
I can't live like this anymore
I fall asleep and instantly I'm in anther world
Where we're still cramped inside your little shoebox of an apartment
Laying on your bed lofted on shipping crates
How the hell did you get your hands on those?
Skin against skin
Legs intertwined
My head against your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around me
You would fall asleep but I would stay up
Because how could I fall asleep with the sound of your heartbeat ringing in my ears
So I would just watch you, comforted by the warmth of your body against mine
But every so often you leg would kick to your face would wrinkle up
Until I traced little circles on your shoulder with my fingertips
Or stroked your hair
So you were reminded that you were not alone
That you are not alone
That you will never be alone
And you just fell back into the deepest of sleep while I stayed there watching you
Watching over you
Just making sure that my presence was known
Sometimes I fancy that when you're fast asleep and dreaming you're dreaming of me
That when your legs kick, it is because somewhere in that beautiful head of yours,
You're playing a scene in which you're running back to me
That when your face wrinkles up the one who warms your bed at night
Catches a glimpse of the tiniest dimple on your left cheek
That when she kisses you, you're thinking of me